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CALIFORNIA 

SAN  DIEGO 


VIEWS 

OF  THE 

SUMMER-LAND 


-OR- 


THE  POEMS  OF 

1UJ  Y.  ASA  WAH&SK. 


and  Compiled. 


GEORGE  C.  KENNEDY. 

Grandson  of  the  Author 

HANNIBAL,    MO. 
ECHOES  PUBLISHING  Co 
1887. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Lougr-.t^  in  thu  year  11-87.  by 

THE  ECHOES  .PUBLISHING  Co., 

Iu  thH  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at   Washington. 


Printed  by  ECHOED  Publishing  Co. 


STANDARL"  PRINTING  GO,.  BINDERS. 


Re  sped  fully  dedicated, 
To  all  of  the  friends*    cc- workers,  and 
co-believers  of  the  late  Rev,  Asa  Warreri. 


PREFACE. 


In  ancient  days,  M  priest  or  prophet  who  step- 
ped out  of  the  beaten  path  of  prevalent  belief 
had  immortality  thrust  upon  him.  The  tenets  of 
a  new  faith  proclaimed  him,  the  founder,  to  the 
world;  and  martydom,  on  the  one  hand,  or 
triumphing'  success,  on  the  other,  rendered  him 
a  conspicuous  mark  for  future  ages.  The  efforts 
of  the  later  innovators  in  revealed  religion  are 
destined  to  an  influence  no  less  potent,  though 
the  individual  investigator  is  less  prominent. 

Then  the  mental  elevation  of  the  priest  was 
as  that  of  the  pinnacled  cliff  above  the  plain  ;the 
power  of  mind  heaved  high  amidst  the  sullen 
level  of  universal  ignorance.  Nav  the  brave- 
eyed  iconoclast  stirs  and  purifies  the  thought  of 
the  world  as  he  moves  unseen  through  it,  as  the 
Gulf-stream,  invisible  to  the  eye,  plows  and 
lefreshes  the  dark  waste  of  ocean  bringing 
salubrity  and  happiness  to  adjacent  shores. 


The  author,  one  of  these  latter  day  priests 
of  God  followed  a  consistent  course  of  action 
throughout  a  Ions:  life.  His  efforts,  together  with 
those  of  the  reformers  of  the  first  century  of  the 
Republic,  contributed  both  to  the  overthrow  of 
slavery,  and  to  the  enfranchisement  of  thought. 
Born  on  the  3oth  day  of  December,  1809,  he 
received  ordination  at  the  hands  of  Presiding 
Elder  Fillmore  of  the  Methodist  Episcopal 
Church,  at  bis  birth-place.  Hampton,  Washing- 
ton Co.,  New  York. 

His  active  anti-slavery  work  beeor*  ing  obnox- 
ious to  that  church  which  had  put  itself  on  rec- 
ord as  opposed  to  slavery  agitation,  lie  left  Its 
folds  for  those  of  the  Wesleyan  Methodist 
Church,  \\  hose  course  was  more  consistent  with 
freedom.  Here;  he  was  for  several  years  Presiding 
Elder. 

Immediately  upon  the  revelation  of  phenom- 
ena declaring  the  boundaries  of  spirit  commun- 
ion, he  began  to  investigate  the  alleged  heresy. 
Becoming  convinced  of  the  truth  of  all  that  lie  had 
seen,  upon  il^  disavowal  by  the  ''huvch.  lie  onee 
more  I'-i'i  thai  organisation,  ami  :idhrrcil  i<>  the 


new  faith.  The  remainder  of  his  life  here,  which 
closed  on  the  iQth  day  of  September,  1886  was 
devoted  to  the  spread  and  development  of  his 
convictions. Devout  himself,  he  electrified  thous- 
ands by  his  words.  The  poems  published  here, 
were  written  at  various  periods,  but  all  bear 
witness  to  one  central  idea.  Stronger  than  his 
hold  on  life  was  his  hope  for  immortality,  and 
that  is  the  key-note  to  which  all  of  his  strings  of 
thought  intone. 

Posessing  neither  the  grandeur  of  the  ocean's 
eternal  hymning  which  reverberates  in  the 
ancient  singer's  strain,  nor  the  ornate  imagery 
and  delicate  tracery  of  words  which,  like  the 
empty  dome  of  a  laj  Mahal, decks  the  fabric  of  the 
trans- Atlantic  bard,  his  simple  lines  breathe  only 
hope  and  joy  as  he  dreams  of  celestial  halls,  or 
with  sharpened  eye  and  ear  sees  the  sheen  of 
radiant  robes,  hears  the  rustle  of  vibrating 
wings. 


THE  CRY. 

What  sounds  are  these  that  thrill  the  darkened  aif^ 

What  merciless  hammer   clangs    its    ringing 
rounds. 

With  tumultuous  beat  the  weary  ear  confounds, 
And  brings  to  memory  back  its  burdened  care  ? 
Whose  every  shock  turns  every  nerve  to  flame, 

Vibrating  every  chamber  of  the  soul ; 

Whose  multitudinous  echoes  mimic  roll 
In  saddened  tones  the  accents  of  his  name. 
Who  from  my  brow  shall  lift  the  cypress  wreath? 

When  shall  depart  th'  unceasing  funeral  knell? 

My  pulses  echo  to  no  cheerier  beli  [death. 
Than  that  Which  claims  the  cherished  one  for 
Companion,  counselor,  friend,  thy  work  is  done. 

Would  I  could  hear  thy  cheering  voice  once 
more— 

Thy  footstep  present  at  the  opened  door — - 
Again  with  thee  behold  the  risen  sun  ! 
Again  with  thee  stand  on  proud  Erie's  shore. 
Again  retrace  the  wave  bound  Michigan, 


10  THE    ANSAVKK, 

Recall  the  struggles  which  the  boy  began, 
And  manhood  facing  Slavery's  threatening  roar. 
Again  recount  the  days  of  want  and  pain, 

Thy  proud  defiance  to  despotic  power  : 

The  bright  occasion  ;  aye,  the  fated  hour 
When  you  relinquished  other  paths  to  fame. 
When  from  the*  trembling  form-  of  priestly  craft 

You  struck  the  <rlitterin^  show  ;md  thin  di<;rui<e 

Before  both  friendly  and  unfriendly  eye-  [shafr 
Pierced  false    pretence    with  many  a    trenchant 
Would  I  once  more  nii<rht  see  that  silvered  head, 

But  no,  that  form  within  the  ^rrave  is  laid! 

What  is  to  he  must  be.  Mu>t  hope  thus  fade 
\ml  hu<hed  forever  lie  the  silent  dead? 


Xot  so!   beyond  the  lifting  veiU 

The  rising-  f<is  irl<>\\  s, 
The  earth-worn  pilgrim,  fainting?  Ji^ 

Tlie  mystic  future.  Knows 
The  joy  of  death,  the  bliss  of  pain, 

The  fr  .....  loin  of  the  <lave  ; 
The  c.oiltr,«-t   of  eteril:tl   life 

\\  itli  rapora  oi  lie-  grav**-. 
Straiii'lit  to  hi-  upcii  \'i-i  »u.  «-.->ini--. 
The  wonder.--  of  the   Seen. 


LIU:    ANSSVEK.  11 

Tlv  Universe  in  lustre  show- 

lt>  form    majestic.    Keen 
A'id  keener  still  his  lightened  eye? 

Pierce  to  each  hidden  <hore  ; 
Behind  him  countless  worlds  retreat. 

The   Infinite  before. 
Hail  to  the  future!   \Ve  who  pa-s 

The  dark,   deep  choking  du^ti 
Who  see  through  tdoud-  the  ri-in^  -nn  : 

Fair  nature  through  her  crust, » 

Plail  to  the  future!  We  \vliO  see 

The  presence  of  the  year- : 
We  who  have  doffed  the  doubter'?  robe. 

To  people  wider  spheres, 
Have  brought  our  hopes,  the  -even-hued    ray* 

Transfused  and  east,   in   one. 
A  beacon,  till  the  future  brings 

To  >i<rht  tlie    I'li^eon  Sun. 


The  Law  of  Progress. 

Progression  is  a  law  divine 

F.\ i <tin£  e\-Hrv where . 
1'i-rv  mlin^  :|'l  tiling-  h"re  in  time, 

M'he  ocean,  -.-irth  and  air. 

Progression  mark-  the  mineral  realm 
Where  gold  and  diamond-  are 


12  THE  LAW  OF    PROGRESS. 

For  God,  its  Author,  hold<  the  helm 

And  guides  this  mighty  car, 
The  iloral  realm  proclaims  the  la\v 

Unfolded  higher  and  higher. 
A  fact  which  SI/MMH-C  lately  s;i\\ 

And  raised  the  bigots   ire, 

Poor  foolish  man-how  dark  and  vain 
To  think  God's  works  stand  .-till 

Xay!   Sunshine  comes  and  then  the  rain; 
Kach  makes  our  spirits  thrill. 

Progression  speaks  in  kingly  tones 

O'er  prairie,  vale  and  hills, 
For  then  her  annual  bounty  comes 

And  all  our  granaries  fills. 

The  realm  where  mammals  sport  and  play 

And  fish  and  mollnsks  swim, 
Bear  testimony  day  by  day 

That  progress  rules  theirein. 

So  ages,  as  they  come  and  go 

God's  universe  adorn  : 
And  latest  fo— ii-  ever  show 

Px.'-t  symmetry  of  form. 

And  every  later  age  we're  told 
In  mammal  realms  'ti-  found, 


TI1K    L.V\V    OFPROGRESS. 

The  higher  "intellect  unfolds 
The  universe  around. 

And  thus  in  all  these  lower  realms, 

Prog  res- ion  holds  the  rod, 
And  rules  in  sun-dune,  storm  and  calm 

A  messenger  of  (iod. 

And  if  in  fields  of  lower  life 

Progression  bears  the   sway, 
In  human  destiny  and  strife 

Shall  it  not  n:le  the  day? 

Shall  man,  the  noblest  work  of  God, 

Progression  fail  to  share 
Man!  who  can  anali/e  the  sod, 

The  ocean,  earth  and  air? 
Nay!   Man  shall  progress  while  the   throne 

Almighty  (Iod  shall  rule  ; 
And  lie  who  doubts  shall  come  at  last 

To  find  himself  the  fool! 

All^Worlds.  all  systems  made  by  Him, 

From  ang.-N  to  the  sod, 
Move  bv  progressions  mighty  Lav, 

All!   but  \\\^  farther  (iod. 

These  pass  the  spiral  ways  of  life 
Through  lower  paths  they've  trod, 


14  AXOKL   MIMSTUY    TRIUMPHANT. 

Moved  by  progression's  mighty  law 

To  a  n  on  progressive  God. 
Then  rise  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

R'se  upward  to  the  blue. 
For  there'll  be  ever  room  enough 

Between  your  God  and  you. 

Angel  Ministry  Triumphant 

The  angel  world  in  Hay's  of  old 

Came  down  to  talk  with  man  ; 
And  thus  revealed,  as  we  are  told — 

Gcri's  great  and  wondrous  plan- 
By  which  the  race  of  man  on  earth 

Can  heaven  by  love  attain  ; 
And  thus  secure  the  higher  birth, 

Immoital  to  remain. 
These  ministrations  came  we're  toM, 

From  Abram  down  to  John  ; 
To  safely  guide  the  Jewish  fold 

Till  God  revealed  his  Son. 
His  Son.  the-  man.  the  Nazarene 

With  medium  powers  sublime. 
Controlled  by  angels,  as  it  seems 

For  purposes  divine. 
Three  years  through  him  the  spirits  plead 

With  guilty  ehurch  and  priests. 


ANGEL    MINISTRY  TRIUMPHANT. 
And  then  they  crucified  till  dead 
The  NazareiH",  the  Christ. 

But  multitudes  had  caught  the  light 

The  angel  world  had  shed, 
And  for  a  time  kept  up  UK-  light 

Though  He,  the  Christ,  was  dead. 

Through  all  these  ages  angels  bright 
Did  church  and  priest  reprove, 

But  still  rejected  they  the  light 
All  radiant  with  God's   love. 

But  f  illen  priests  did  then  unite 

In  persecution  strong, 
And  thus  by  force  suppressed  the  light 

Which  had  reproved  so  long. 

For  fifteen  hundred  years  from  earth 
This  precious  light  was  gone ; 

Then  angels  from  the  higher  birth 
Awoke  the  glorious  da\vn. 

Of  this  sublime  resplendant  day, 
For  heaven  and  earth  now  meet, 

And  in  thi-ir  hallowed  union  stay 
And  each  the  other  greet. 

So  heaven  and  earth  again  unite 
Our  Kindred  to  redeem, 


Ifi  ANGEL   MFMSTKY    TRIUMPHANT. 

And  spread  abroad  this  heavenly  light 
As  millions  here  have  seen. 

Tl  is  mighty  work  tV>r  thirty  years 

Has  spread  itself  abroad, 
And  thus  removed  all  doubt  ami  fears 

That  it  came  forth  from  (iod 

The  tiny  rap  announced  its  birth 

At  Fox's  humble  door 
A  stranger  thing  than  all  the  world 

Had  ever  heard  before. 

An  angle  rapping  in  the  mi»st 

Of  mortal  men  below, 
Near  threw  the  clergy  into  fits 

As  men  of  knowledge  know 

The  celebrated  Doctor  Cox 

In  pamphlet  form  did  show 
He  fully  understood  I  he  knocks, 

4 'The  girl  h:id  snapped  her  toe.'T 

If  not,  'twas  plain  as  lie  could  see, 

Beyond  all  human  doubt. 
The  girl  had  surely  sn.-ipped  her  knee, 

And  he  h  id  found  it  ;>m. 

Well  done!  great  Doctor  from  ihe  schools, 
In  this  most  wondrous  fact 


ANGEL  MINI.  THY  TlliUMPHANT.  17 

You've  shown  yourself  the  simplest  fool, 
Or  el<e  your  brain  is  cracked. 

*4Tis  magnetism,"  others  said, 

As  all  must  plainly  see. 
A  man  must  be  a  leather-head 

To  call  it  sna]  ping  toe  or  knee"' 

44  "Tis  electricity,11  some  said, 

"Beyond  all  human  doubt. 
And  (very  man  that's  ever  read 

Has  surely  found  it  out.11 

Another  stretched  his  neck  and  cries 

'•Its  nothing  but  Od  force!1' 
And  thus  the  fourth  stands  up  and  lies 

Till  voice  and  lungs  are  hoarse. 

Another  said,  "It's  all  a  cheat, 

A  play  at  sleight  of  hand, 
For  any  conjurer  can  beat 

All  mediums  of  the  land." 

Another  said  "It's  ignorance, 

And  thus  through  all  the  land 
Its  advocates  lack  common  sense, 

An  idiotic  band.11 

Another  shouts,  *  Its    urely  strange 
That  such  a  monstrous  evil 


IN        AXOFL    MIM.--1I.Y    Tlllt  MTHANT 
Should  fail  to  be  endorsed  by  all 
A<  coming  fro  .11  the  devil. 

"But.  the  old  devil  shi\  wd  and  mum, 

As  all  may  safely  bet, 
Has  fairly  now  himself  outdone 

In  getting  ii})  planehette.*' 

44 And  thus  the  devil  does  decoy 
Poor  souls  from  Jesus1  blood, 

By  writing  with  this  little  toy, 
Far  stronger  than  their  God 

"If  not!  Why  not  the  God  step  in 

And  quell  this  mighty  evil? 
Why  leave  the  enemy  to  win ; 

His"  little  heaven  born  devil? 

"One  of  two  things  must  lie  the  fact, 

Either  he  approves  the  evil, 
Or  else  his  aim  is  far  too  short, 

To  eope  with  such  a  devil 

'Or  el<e  hi<  moral  elements 

Are  weak  as  running  water, 
Why  should  he  leave  the  Enemy, 
With  human  souls  to  slaughter? 

Six  thousand  years  have  passed,  'tissi.id, 
since  God  and  devil  parted 


ANGEL  MINISTRY  TRIUMPHANT. 

A  id  millions  sleep  among  the  dead 
Since  man  from  Eden  started. 

Mm-  out  of  ten  the  devil  won, 
And  thus  augment-  his  number; 

While  Uod  does  little  but  look  on 
"\Vith  great  chagrin  and  wonder. 

And  church  and  priest  and  doctors  wee;., 

O'er  this  great  desolation, 
And  with  anathemas  do  steep 

This  modern  revelation. 

lUit  still  the  mighty  work  goes  on 

The  angel  world  proclaiming, 
The  battle  fought,  the  vi<  to  IT  won, 

The  truth  still  ever  gaining. 
And  gain  it  must  and  gain  it  will, 

Till  all  shall  stand  adoring, 
And  old  Theology  lies  still* 

In  its  last  stage  of  snoring. 

And  sure  she  never  will  aw:-ke 

To  life,  or  to  perfection  ; 
For  circumstances  indicate. 

She1 11  have  no  resurrection. 

The  foe  is  numerous,  not  strong, 
For  all  her  hosts  divided, 


'20  THE  MGI1T  OF'miK,   AM) 

And  SULV  her  race  will  not  be  long, 
Her  plans  have  till  collided. 

For  angel  truth  is  pure  and  strong, 
Adapted  to  tin?  hour, 

Inspires  the  Soul  with  seraph  song, 
And  clothes  the  man  with  power. 

The  Night  of  Time,  ami  Day  of 
Eternity. 

We  know  that  the  day  of  Eternity's  near, 

And  the  harvesting  angel  his  sickle  puts  forth, 
To  gather  us  home  to  the  heavenly  sphere, 

From  the  east  and  the  west,    from  the  south 

and  the  north. 
And  no  intervention  can  stay  his  strong  hand, 

Hi-  sickle  shall  gather  the  great  and  the  small, 

Not  the  rich,  nor  the  poor,  nor  the  monarch  can 

stand,  [last  call. 

When  Nature's   great  law  shall  announce  her 
Then  awake  from  your  slumbers,   ye  millons   of 
earth  : 

Ye  sauls  th.  t  must  live  while  eternities  roll 
And  prepare  for  the  glories  of  heavenly  birth 

Nor  pass  lit'e  away  like  the  slumbering  mole. 
Then  ronseup  and  c:i*t  off  the  garments  of  night ; 

And  el  Mhe  vnur  great  souls  in    the  v,  -tm<-nts 


THE  DAY  OF  ETERNITY.  21 

For  angels  invite  you  to  holier  light,      [of  day: 

Then  why  in  your  darkness,  Oh  why  will  you 

stay? 
Then  ri-e  above  riot  and  drunkenness  here, 

All  clothed  in  the  garments  of  virtue  and  love, 
Be  angels  of  light  in  this  dark  earthly  sphere, 

And  then  you1 11  rank     high      in     the     bright 

worlds  above, 
And  chambering  and  wantonness  fail  not  to  show? 

They'll  clothe  you  in  garments  of  hells  dark- 
est night, 

And  it  may  be  for  ages  when  earth  life  is  done 
Will  disrobe  thy  souls  vision  of  heaven's  vast  light. 
Then  rise  from  the  dark  plane  of  envy  and  strife, 

Rush  away  from  the    dark    realm  of    slander 

and  hate,  [quaff, 

For  as  long  as  thy  souls  these  dark  waters  shall 

Thy  wo  is  secured  by  the  great  law  of  fate, 
Let  life  here  be  guarded  against  every  ill, 

And  in  all  things  be  sure  and  avoid  moral  evil, 
And  thy  soul  shall  be  saved  from  that  inward  hell, 

Lest  thy  life  here  proclaim  an  incarnated  devil, 

And  then  though  the  night    hen-     1>«-     brief     or 

prolonged  [the  soul, 

Or  the  day  come  unlocked  for,  or    sought  by 


22  ON  A  r.KKiHT  MAY  MOKNINU. 

It  will  lind  us  inspired  with  seruphic  song\ 

And  in  safety  reach  tlie  bright  heavenly  goal, 

And  tlif  irreat  law  of  Progress  shall  curry  us  on 
While  the  cycles  of  ages  continue  to  roll, 

Wh<-re  toil-'  arc  all  o'er  and  the  victory  won. 
And  the  -miles  of  our  (Jod  arc  the    fea-ts    of 

tllC    -'Mil. 

On  a  bright  May  morning. 

The  morning  conies  with  life  and  love, 

All  nature  bivtithinj:  tree 
And  anofeN  whi-pn-  from  at»uvc. 

"Dear  friends,  we  come  to  thee. 
"From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  life, 

We  briii*  our  blf--in^<  down. 
And  with  the  joys  of  those  above. 

Your  spirits  now  would  crown. 
"Open  your  hearts  to  make  u-  room, 

Ai'i-ept  our  fond  embrace. 
For  we  have  come  to  pride  you  home, 

And  keep  in  perfect  place. 
14 Your  fai-tbly  rac».  will  soon  1 '••!•. 

Tin-  Mnal  victon    •  on, 
And  von  will  -t;in«!  nn  <»n'  liri^iit  <h"re, 

(  )ur  }»••:;•  ffui    IM-M\ mly   lionic. 


AXCIKNT  AM.J  LIC  CO3I31UMOX.  23 

"High  on  the  plains  of  endless  life 

With  angels  bright  you'll  be, 
To  wage  the  war  of  endle<>  strife, 

To  conquer  and  be  free. 
'Tn  freedom's  light  through  endless  years 

You'll  wing  your  rapid  flight. 
Beyond  the  land  of  doubt  and  fear> 

And  clothed  in  angel  white."1 
Oh  welcome,  angels,  to  this  place. 

Aye,  welcome  to  our  hearts, 
Here  we  would  meet  thee  face  to  face 

As  friends  who  never  part 


Ancient  Angelic    Communion    the 
Dawn  of  this  Resplendent  day, 

Far  buck  to  rudimental  homes, 

When  men  were  dark  and  few, 
The  angels  came  to  kindred  ones 

As  now  they  come  to  you. 
'Twas  but  the  glimmering  morning  light 

Which  thu>  prepared  the  way. 
For  huinrin  mind-  t.<»  grasp  (he  li^ht 

*  »f  thi.-  n«spb'Md«'nt  day. 
A  day  that  dissipates  all  doubts 

That,  man  shall  live  forever, 


*2\   ON  THE  FALLING  OF  A  MAPLE  LEAF. 

vSo  millions  now  stand  looking  out 

Across  death's  rapid  river. 
Its  waver  now  dash  the  shore  in  vain. 

For  we  have  lost  all  terror, 
Since  kindred  angels  ealmed  the  main 

And  shook  the  ancient  error. 
And  thus  the  millions  of  our  earth 

Are  gladly  passing  oe'r, 
To  claim  the  rights  of  higher  birth 

On  heaven's  resplendent  shore. 
Then  from  the  land  of  glorious  light 

They  come  to  earth  again. 
To  guide  us  in  our  upward  flight 

To  their  immortal  plane. 
Then  let  us  labor  to  unfold, 

In  wisdom,  love  and  truth, 
And  soon  we'll  reach  the  heavenly  goal, 

Where  angels  dwell  in  youth. 
And  while  eternal  ages  roll 

We'll  rise  amid  the  spheres, 
And  God's  pure  love  shall  feast  the  soul 

Thoughout  the  emUe-*  year-. 

On  the  Falling:  of  a  Maple  Loaf. 

The  spring  put-  forth  her  carpet  green, 
All  nature's  fresh  and  fair, 


OS  THE  FALLING  OF  A  MAPLE  LEAF,    25 

Like  life  arising  from  the  tomb 
Beneath  God's  guardian  care. 

How  beautiful  the  summer's  face 

When  flowers  are  all  in  bloom  ; 
But  autumn  comes  with  chilling  blast 

And  changes  all  to  gloom. 

The  mapie  leaf  all  sere  and  pale, 

Falls  from  its  parent  stem, 
A  letter  of  the  simple  tale 

Of  what  it  once  had  been. 

Cold  win  ter  spreads  his  icy  arms 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  tolds  the  past  with  all  its  charms 

In  death's  cold  chilling  shroud. 

So  childhood  represents  the  spring 

And  youth  the  summer  flowers, 
In  autumn  manhood  fades,  yet  sings. 

Then  yields  to  winter's  storms. 

But  life  eternal  waits  beyond 

Cold  winters  frosty  spray, 
Where  toils  are  o'er  and  victory  won 

In  cloudless,  endless  day. 

Then  shout  aloud  God's  endless  praise 
Ye  nations  round  the  earth, 


2fi      HOPE,  MAX'S  ETERNAL  ANCHOR. 

While  angel  voices  ever  raise 

Their  songs  of  higher  birth. 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn 

Join  in  the  loud  acclaim. 
And  seraph  hosts  that  ever  burn 

Respond  a  loud  Amen. 

Hope,  Man  s  Eternal  Anchor 

Hope  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

Man's  *>ul  to  endless  \>-;tr>. 
Sustains  his  spirit  while  it  drinks 

Its  bitterest  earth  life  tear*. 
Oh,  who  could  pass  the  eheequered  scenes 

Of  human  life  on  earth. 
If  hope  did  not  inspire  our  dreams 

With  higher,  holier  birth. 
All  here  would  be  perpetual  night 

Around  this  earthly  sphere. 
Did  hope  not  wake  the  inner  sight, 

And  ope  the  inner  ear. 
Hope  is  the  anchor  of  the  soul 

Amidst  earths  darkest  storms. 
She  grasps  the  rocks  within  the  vale 

And  shouts,  behold  the  morn! 
A  »d  when  she  thus  uplifts  the  vail 

Aud  brings  the  morning  light. 


P.\i:  E  ON  ATONEMENT.  27 

The  soul  with  joy  and  triumph  sails, 
And  thus  outrides  the  night. 

Hope  is  man's  leading  guiding  star, 

The  brightest  of  the  seven, 
She  holds  the  helm  that  guides  the  car 

That  bears  us  on  to  heaven. 

And  hope  shall  last  to  guide  us  here, 

And  lead  us  safey  o'er 
To  join  the  angels  in  their  sphere 

On  heaven's  resplendent  shore. 

Hope  shall  inspire  all  angel  souls 

To  progress  in  their  sphere, 
To  reach  the  bright  excelsior  goal 

And  breathe  diviner  air. 


Paine  on  the  Atonement. 

Would  God  atonement  thus  require 
To  save  mankind  from  endless  tire, 
W  hen  one  eternal  sovereign  word 
Were  equal  to  a  sea  of  blood? 

Yet  theology  proclaims  a  God 
A  thousand  ages  snuffing  blood, 
Because  an  angel  of  his  hand 
Rebelled  against  his  wise  command. 


2S  PAINT.   r»\    \  TON  Oil- NT, 

Again  his  anger  burst  ailame 
When  Satan  into  Eden  came, 
With  wrath  he  then  the  garden  shook 
When  Eve  the  yellow  pippin  took. 

"Now,  Adam,"  said  this  little  God, 

"You'll  get  your  bread  by  turning  sod. 

I'll  make  the  sweat  run  down  the  face 

Of  all  your  sinful  guilty  race, 

Your  bread  shall  come  alone  from  toil 

By  rooting  up  the  heavy  soil, 

I'll  cause  your  every  bone  to  ache, 

]\Iake  every  cord  and  sinew  quake. 

And  von  frail  woman,  fair  and  vain 
Shall  bear  the  race  in  mortal  pain, 
To  Adam  thy  desire  shall  ber 
And  he  as  lord  shall  rule  o'er  thee." 

Then  C-Jod  with  Satan  did  make  battle 
And  cursed  the  snake  above  all  cattler 
Saying.  "On  thy  belly  wage  thy  strife 
Through  all  the  days  of  snakeship  life.Tr 
"And  dust,"  said  (Jo*!,  tlmu  sure  shall  eat, 
Because  my  plans  you  did  defeat!" 
But  still  the  snake  detie<  the  <i,>d 
By  living  on  the  bird  and  frog, 


PAIM:  ox  ATONEMENT. 

But  Satan  mourns  that  fatal  day 
When  he  seduced  pure  Eve  away, 
And1  onward  crawls  with  mournful  wail 
Because  he  can't  walk  on  his  tail. 

Now  let  us  leave  this  foolish  stoiy, 
This  Oriental  allegory, 
Whose  birth  was  in  a  darker  age, 
Than  marks  the  present  hist'ry's  page. 

Turning  from  romance  and  vain  song, 
In  truth  let  each  stand  pure  and  strong; 
With  love  and  science  as  our  rod 
Point  out  humanity  to  God, 

Then  mount   the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
And  from  the  top  shout  the  hurrah, 
As  back  to  earth,  we  come  again 
To  guide  our  kindred  o'er  the  main. 

Then  back  ag-tin  to  heaven's  bright  shore 
With  all  our  kindred  safely  o'er 
We'll  wander  o'er  those  fields  of  light, 
In  endless  day  "there  is  no  night." 

So  said  the  ancient  Patnios  seen 
A  fact  to  all  clairvoyants  clear. 
Night's  but  the  shadow  of  the  earth, 
No  shadows  fall  in  heavenly  birth. 


.')U  THE  HEAVENLY  HOME, 

There's  one  perpetual  heavenly  day 
Where  all  is  bloom  and  no  decay. 
Again  I  say  "There  is  no  night,'* 
All's  luminous,  all's  infinite, 

The  field  is  broad  for  every  .soul, 
It  joins  the  universal  goal ; 
And  human  souls  may  ever  rise 
To  loftier  truths  ttnd  purer  skies. 

There  fields  of  science  shall  unfok! 
More  precious  than  Earth's  mines  of  goMT 
For  gold  Avill  vanish  when  the  earth 
Unfolds  into  her  spirit  birth. 

And  while  eternal  cycles  roll, 
(rod's  love  shall  lift  the  human  soul 
Beyond  where  angels  yet  have  trod, 
Approaching  near  the  throne  of  God. 

And  every  human  soul  on  earth 
Is  heir  to  such  a  heavenly  birth 
Progression's  law  points  to  that  light 
"Where  all  is  endless,,  infinite, 

Reflections  on  the  Heavenly  Home, 

On  the  gol-lcn  shores  of  the  summer  land 
I  long  to  make  my  rest. 


THE  HEAVENLY  HOME*  31 

And  join  the  pure  angelic  band, 
And  stand  among  the  blest. 

The  vision  now  enchants  my  soul, 

I  rise  on  wings  of  tire, 
And  haste  to  reach  the  heavenly  goal 

Where  spirits  never  tire. 

I  1  jvc  the  father's  precious  plan. 

Adapted  for  the  race. 
It  reaches  every  soul  of  man 

W.io  runs  the  heavenly  race. 

Though  some  run  slow  and  others  fast 

While  here  on  earth  we  roam  ; 
Yet  every  soul  shall  reach  at  last 

This  glorious  heavenly  home. 

All  hell  shall  cease  when  ignorance  dies, 

When  earthly  taints  are  lost  j 
And  then  the  soul  will  surely  rise 

And  join  the  heavenly  host. 

And  in  those  fields  all  Infinite, 
Man  shall  his  powers  unfold 

To  greater  breadths  And  loftier  hrii^lils 
Thai)  Hi-^ols  yet  have  told. 

I'.i-rcat  God.  how  grand  thy  glorious  plan, 
How  full  of  love  and  grace, 


?>'>  LINES  GIVEN'  ATA  Fl'XERAL. 

AVhieh  offers  boundless  fields  to  man 
To  run  an  endless  race. 

Lot  men  and  angels  join  in  one 
Triumphant  song  of  pr';»i<e. 

And  every  planet,  e\vry  ^nn, 
His  highest  honors  raise. 


Lines  given  at  the  iuiieral  of  a  little 

girl,  purporting1  to  eo.ne  from 

Ler  father  in  spirit  life. 

The  years  of  the  earthlife  passed  swiftly  away, 
From  the  earliest  childhood  to  earthly  decay, 
Strewing  childhood  and    manhood  with  flowers 

and  tears  [years. 

As  we  ripened,  then    faded     midst  lire's  closing- 

These  diversified  scenes  each  finds  its  true  place 
In  developing  man  for  his  heavenly  race, 
It's  a  school  for  our  culture  that  angels  control!, 
Calling  out  the   great   powers    of    the    undying 
soul, 

Then  let  us,  my  dear,  ever  cherish  God's  plan, 
Wl'ich  has  peopled  the  earth    both    with    wom- 
an and  man. 

One  soul  at  a  time  finds  its  home  on  the  earth, 
One  sonl  at  a  lime  gains  the  heavenly  Urth. 


LIN  F. 8  G  J  V  E X  A  T  A  FU  X  E  RAL .  83 

Still  our  days  ever  fly  as  the  river  rolls  on 

Till  ilu  years  of  the  earth  life  are  numbered  and 

gone,  [here, 

And  the  morn  of  the  summer  land  dawns  on  us 
And  we  meet  and  embrace  in  that  heavenly 

sphere. 

Oh.  I  anxiously  wait  the  glad  dawn  of  that  day 
When  your  work  will  be  done  and  I  lead  you  away 
To  the  bright  fields  of  light  where  all  sadness  is 
o'er,  [more. 

And  the    ills  of  the  earthlife  shall   reach  us    no 

Then  let  the  cold  waves  of  the  earth  life  roll  on, 
The  fiercer  they  roll,  the  sooner  they  tire  gone 
Then  together  we, 11  stray  o'er  the  broad  fields  of 
In  union  eternnl  the  husband  and  wife.  [life 

Yes,  forever  united  the  husband  and  bride  [side. 
Midst  the  angels  well  stand  with  our  babes  by  our 

No\v  with  you  we  will  go  to  the  dark  silent  tomb 
And  lay  our  loved  form  in  its  own  quiet  home ; 

But  remember,  our  darling  has  joined  the  bright 
throng,  [song 

And  with  father,    now    chants    in  the   heavenly 

A  world  all  ablaze  with  spirit  and  light, 
A  day  all  eternal  not  followed  by  night, 


o4  S.U.VATInN  HY  WoKKS. 

And  when  the  sad  toiN  of  the  earth  life  are  o'er 

We'll  meet  and  embrace  on  the  heavenly  shore. 

Salvation  by  works,  not  by  blood; 

Would  ye  be  happy  here  on  earth 

Then  heed  ye  duty's  call. 
And  thus  prepare  for  higher  lifo 

While  on  this  earthly  ball 
For  duty  and  reward  -hall  go 

Forever  hand  in  hand. 
While  we  associate  below, 

Or  with  the  angel  band. 
This  thought  should  rouse  our  guilty  souls 

To  run  the  heavenly  road, 
And  grasp  the  bright  excelsior  goal 

Where  seraphs  learn  of  God. 
No  pardon  from  the  God  can  save 

For  guilt  contracted  here. 
Still  conscience  will  torment  the  knave 

\Vith  soul  distracting  fear, 
Then  save  thy  self  from  sin  and  guilt, 

Live  righteous  day  by  day. 
No  Savior's  blood  was  ever  spiU 

That  ran  wash  thy  shame  away. 
Then  trust  to  Works,  and  not  to  Bioocl 

Another  ma)'  have  shed  : 


BLOU8,  00 

Works  which  thy  soul  approveth  good 
Will  give  a  peaceful  bed 

Yes<  works  of  charity  on  earth 

Shall  meet  the  soul's  behest; 
And  \vorks  of  love  in  higher  birth 

Shall  give  eternal  rest. 

BLOWS. 

It  cannot  be  that  nature1'-  holy  God 

With  power  and  wisdom  infinite, 
Would  make  his  work>s  so  bad  and  poor  a  job 

As  to  end  in  dark  oblivion's  endless  night.' 

]Nor  would  it  help  this  dark  and  dread  relation , 

If  semi-infidelity   were  true  : 
If  half  the  race  end  in  annihilation 

Then  God,  the  maker's  lost  one-half  his  crew. 

And  lost  them  why?  Because  a  little  devil 
Made  by  his  own  almighty  will  and  hand, 

By  a  revolt  became  sin's  great  evangel 

To  guide  the  third  of  heaven'-  celestial  band,' 

Then  down  to  earth  he  came  to  Eden's  bower, 
And  here  in-spiivd  a  sriake  to  d'o  hi-  will: 

And  \}\n<  s^Uired  by  bis  Satanic  power. 

The  race  in  federal  loins  that  moment  fell. 


3<»  BLOWS. 

The  snake  at  this  time  on  his  tail  did  walk, 
But  how  he  did  it  1  could  never  tell, 

For  so  he  stood  when  he  and  Eve  did  talk 
And  thus  he  triumphed  when  the  races  fell. 

At  evening,  (rod  to  Eden's  bowers  came  back, 
For  he'd  been  gone  awhile,  the  Record  says; 

Perhaps  to  view  his  works,  or  feed  his  flocks, 
As  other  farmers  spend  their  hours  and  days. 

When  Adam  heard  his  footsteps  in  the  shade, 
He  hid  himself  behind  an  apple  tree ; 

For  he  had  learned  of  God  to  be  afraid, 
For  he  had  sinned,  eat  of  the  fruityou  see. 

"Adam,  oh  Adam,1  where  are  you?*'  God  said, 
"I  am  naked,1'  Adam  said,  "behind  this  tree. 

To  have  you  see  me  I  was  sore  afraid, 
For  I'm  a  spectacle  from  head  to  knee." 

"Yon  ate  the  apple,  and  Pve  found  it  out, 
Which  I  forbade  you  in  my  grand  decree M' 

And  from  that  moment  God  began  to  pout, 
And  pout  he  will  to  all  eternity. 

'  ITs  true  his  Son  came  down  to  stop  the  pout, 
13ut  only  saved  a  few  from  Satan's  power, 

So  o'er  his  failure  God  will  ever  pout, 
Through  endless  Cycles  on  forevermore. 


SELF  CLLlTKi:.  31 

Poor  Adam,  he  had  made  an  awful  fall, 

Deep  down  to  darkest  ignorance  from  light, 
Ere  that,  he  did  not  know  himself  at  all, 

And  now  he  finds  himself  in  awful  plight. 

Ohliappy  day  when  Satan  did  defy 

And  Adam  taught  that  God  the  Father  lied, 

For  though  he  sinned,  he  knew  he  would  not  die, 
And  on  this  certain  proof  he  tfould  confide. 

Another  tiling  he  learned  of  this  old  devil 
By  eating  fruit  he  learned  both  good  and  evil, 
And  so  through  earth  his  progeny  btill  plods, 
In  knowledge  vast,  as  any  of  their  Gods. 

Now  here  we  close  this  simple,  foolish  story 
Its  origin,  an  Eastern  allegory, 
A  tale  at  which  all  science  now  revolts, 
And  human  reason  at  its  threshold  halts, 
A  tale  that  libels  both  the  God  and  devil. 
And  loads  our  race  with  all  its  dreadful  evil. 


True  human  great  ness  through 
self-culture. 

Let  us  be  great  in  scientific  truth, 
Unfolding  childhood  into  ripest  youth. 
Let  youth  be  lost  in  hoary,  honored  age 
Replete  with  light  from  nature's  boundless  page. 


38  THOMAS  PAIXE. 

Let  us  be  great  in  holiness  and  love, 
Meet  for  the  happiness  of  angel  life  above, 
Great  in  the  qualities  that  make  the  angel  good, 
Great  in  the  attributes  of  our  immortal  God. 
Then  shall  our  mission  work  on  earth  be  fully 

done 

Then  shall  our  souls  be  ripe  for  our  eternal  home, 
And  when  the  hour  calls,  death  shall  open  wide 

its  door, 

We'll  enter  as  a  conqueror  and  reign  forevermore. 
Amen,  Amen!  my  soul  replies,  and  angels  shout 

"Amen!"  [back  to  earth  again 

And  rolls  the  shout  o'er  heavens  vast  plains  and 
Then  swells  the  shout  by  men    on  earth  and  by 

the  heavenly  hosts, 
Till  echos  of  immortal  hearts  in  eternity  are  lost, 

ON  THOMAS  PAWE. 

He  came  in  his  day  like  a  bright,  blazing  light 
When  the  Colonies  sighed  in  the   dajkness  of 
night,  [fight, 

He  bade  them  be  strong  as  they  closed  in  the 
For  Freedom  would  turn  to  the  side  of  the  right. 
His  voice  in  its  echo  seemed  clothed  with  a  pow- 
er [hour. 
Which  roused  men  to  arms  in  that  dark  fearful 


LINES  TO  31 Y   WIFE.  39 

At  his  bidding  they  rushed  to   the  fierce  bloody 

fight 
And  liberty  turned  to  the  side  of  the  right. 

Let  his  name  ever  stand  as  a  bright  beacon  light 
To  liberty's  cause  through  this  dark  earthly  night^ 
And  may  liberty  spread  like  a  iransfo  m'ng  leav- 
en [en 
Till  our  hero  we  meet  in  our  angel  bright  heav- 


Liiiesto  My  Wife. 

Take  courage,  my  dear  one,  the  hours  are  so  brief 
When  the  spheres  shall  invite  us  to  endless  relief, 
Then  together  we'll  journey  with  triumph  and 
In  the  vast  fields  of  progress  eternally  long  [song 

Let  us  both  keep  the  mind  and  the  body  so  pure 
That  the  high  spheres  of   heaven  will    welcome 
us  sure,  [hands, 

When  we  pass  to  that  temple  all  made  without 
To  join  in  the  ehorus  of  angelic  bands, 

They  have  waited  so  long  for  our  entrance  there. 
They  will  meet  us  rejoiceing  with  angelic  care. 
And  in  turn  we  will  come  to  our  dear  ones  ori 
And  guide  them  safe  over  to  angelic  birth,  [earth* 


40  LINES  TO  MY  WIFE. 

In  reunion  we'll  stand  on  that  heavenly  shore 

And  rejoice  in  the  plan    which  hath  brought  us 

safe  o'er, 

Aye!  Rejoice  in  the  God  who  made  planet  and 
And  forever  exists  in  his  hit-finite  home.  [sun 

All  nature  proclaims  his  existence  and  love; 
The  wonders  of  earth  and  great  worlds    above. 
As  by    million*     unnumbered    they    sweep    on 
through  space,  [and  place, 

While  God's  hand  holds  each  in  its  own   sphere 

Vast  millions  of  ages  already  have  gone 
And  still  these  great  worlds  on  there  axes  roll  on 
>"ot  a  groan,  not  a  jar,  nor    vibration  appears 
As  they  measure  the  volume  of  billions  of  years. 

Midst  these    wonders    divine     my    soul    stands 
amazed,  [Days, 

O'er  shadowed  by  God.  the  Great  Ancient  of 
In  his  hands  all  his  creatures  are  eternally  safe, 
For  his  power  and  glory  blend  forever  with  grace. 

Yet  some  say  that  worlds  as  in  ether  they  roll, 
With  great  plastic  bodies,  and  spirit  and  soul, 
Though  daily  and  nightly  they  ever  ;;d\  ,-tiier. 
AY  ere  brought  into  being  b\  the  simplest  chance. 


LINES  TO    MY    WIFE*  41 

Others  tell  us  that  worlds  as   they    roll    in  their 

sphere,  [here, 

Were  made  and  were,  governed  by  angels  once 
That  in  wisdom  and  triumph  they  now  hold  the 

rod  [of  Go4* 

Whieh  will  wipe  out  the  thought  and  the  being 
Just  here  I  would  ask  of  the  hist  of  these  twain, 
'Who  ade  the  first  planet,  its  mountains  and  main, 
For  science  assures  us  tlr.it  worlds  rolled  in  space, 
Before  man  existed  to  look  on  their  face* 
One  thought  is  sufficient  to  calm  these  proud 

waves,     . 

And  lay  these  false  claims  in  oblivion's  graves, 
Viz,  Matter's  the  less  and  must  yield  to  the  nod 
And  be  formed  into  worlds  by  tke  spirit  called 

God> 


Lines  to  my  Wife, 

Time  rolls  its  boisterous  waves  along 
From  human  birth  to  human  death, 

As  birds  carol  their  plaintive  song, 
When  of  their  little  ones  bereft, 

>>o  generations  come  and  go 

Kach  :nis\\ering  it*  grand  design, 

As  trees  (A  varth  sway  to   and  fro 

Beneath  the  storm-  and  winds  of  time. 


4*2  LINES  TO    31 Y 

Commotion  reigns  through  all  the  earth. 
There  is  no  settled  calm  from  strife 

7Tis  sad,  if  thereTs  no  higher  birth 
No  happier,  holier  .state  of  life. 

!&nd  is  it  true  that  when  we  close 

This  boisterous  scene  of  toil  and  carer 

From  conscious  life  we  then  break  loose 
Oblivion's  endless  night  to  share, 

Oh,  is  it  trne  that  we  whose  sowls 
Are  joined  in  lovers  (firmest  bands, 

Shall,  when  a  few  more  pains  and  toite 
Mingle  with  ^Earth's  nncon scions  sands, 

That  while  eternal  ages  roll 

We  shall  not  each  the  other  see, 

My  soul  stands  clad  in  funeral  pali 
At  such  a  dread  eternity, 

Oh  dreadful  thought:  Eternal  Night, 

Where  naught  but  dark  oblivion     reign- , 

No  boundless  day  of  heavenly  light 
To  recompense  for  human  pains. 

Oh,  ran  it  b«-  that  wondrdus  man, 

lfle<srd   with  intrWgriHM'  runl  love. 
By  Nature's,  or  by  (iod's  great  plan 
Must  fail  to  reach  the  worlds  above? 


LINES  TO  Mtf  WIFK.  43 

Why  all  these  groaning*  of  the  soul 

To  explore  and  live  forever? 
Why  ask  to  grasp  the  eternal  goal 

Beyond  death's  cold,  dark  river. 

These  yearnings  of  the  human  soul 
For  higher  and  for  holier  spheres, 

Are  God's  great  argument-.  I  hold, 
Thai  man  was  made  for  endless  years. 

*Tis  well  that    light  has  eomu  at  last 
To  toll  the  knell  of  these  dark  views 

Kaked  up  from  the  remote>t  past 
From  ages  darker  than  tin?  <Jews; 

vlis  better  still  that  light  has  come 
All  radiant  from  the  worlds  above, 

Assuring  us  a  heavenly  home 

Where  augeis  breathe  God's  purest  love> 

Tis  sweet  to  know  this  life  is  brief, 
Made  up  of  pain  and  toil  and  care* 

That  heaven  will  soon  bring  full  relief 
Where  dear  ones  shall  each  other  share. 

Then  let  life'*  wave-  roll  swiftly  on. 

We'll  sooner  reach  the  boundless  sea, 
And  join  the  angels  sweetest  song 

Whose  echo  swells  eternity. 


Filial  Triumph  of  Reason* 

Oh  glorious  day,  the  theme  of  Jewish  seers  I 

Of  Rome  and  Greece  r 
The  day  of  manly  triumph 

And  of  human  peace. 
The  day  when  glittering  swords- 
Shall  in  then*  scabbards  rust 
And  men  antl  nations 

In  each  other  trust. 
In  that  glad  day 

Of  universal  light. 
Reason  shall  be  the  guiding  sf.ir 

From  morn  till  night, 
That  day  shall  a  prelude  be 

To  that  glorious  rot, 
Which  heaven  alone 

Can  give  the  truly  Mest 
Hail,  morn  of  immortal  light, 

By  prophets  seen  of  old. 
Thy  streets,  resplendent, 

Paved  with  purest  gold, 
Thy  gates  of  massive  w«-aliJ-. 

Of  pearl  and  stone, 
The  eniMematie^kei-es 

Of  our  eternal  home. 


OKI  SIN    OF    ANGELS.  45 

Haste,  pilgrim  of  this  earthly  sphere 

This  world  is  not  thy  home. 
The  heavenly  doors  stand  open  wide 

And  au^rel.s  bid  you  come. 
There  Reason,  final  arbiter, 

Shall  wake  the  soul  to  find 
The  central  fount  of  wisdom 

Of  the  supernal  mind 


Origin  oi 

An  Angel!  What's  an  Angel? 

And  where  do  Angels  dwell  ? 
Stupenduous  thought  and  question, 

Let  the  Muses  tel1. 
An  Angel?  Man's  an  Angel 

While  in  the  earthly  clay; 
An  Angel  ere  he  hails  the  1'ght, 

The  light  of  earth  born  day. 
These  angels  pass  from  earth  away, 

Each  on  his  moral  plane, 
And  oft  return  to  earth  again 

In  development  the  same. 
If  so,  thev'Jl  speak  the  lie  or  truth 

As  when  on  earth  they  stood, 
Unchanged  are  they  in  spirit  birth, 

In  evil  or  in  good. 


4tf  ON  CLOSING  A  LEOTUKE  ENGAGEMENT. 

And  many  a  dark,  benighted  one 

In  the  gloomy,  lo>\er  spheres, 
Are  there  deprived  of  heaven's  ligh% 

For  many  dismal  years. 

They  seek  their  own  affinities 

In  pride,  and  sin  and  shame, 
And  wallow  in  impurities 

As  here  they  loved  the  same. 

Then  try  the  spirits,  when  they  come, — 

The  great  Apostle  said, — 
Nor  trust  them  sooner  than  before 

They  passed  among  the  dead. 

Try  them  their  errors  to  reject, 

r\\&  false  to  cast  away, 
Hold  fast  the  truth  with  all  respect, 

It  leads  to  endless  day. 


Lines  on  Cloning:  a  Lecture 
Engagement. 

RTC  !  Rise  !  and  rush  fcr  higher  life ! 

1  ,et  every  hoi.r  of  life  declare 
B    n  ental  and  by  moral  strife 

Yen  are  breathing  holier  air. 

Let  every  fcct-prirt  here  lelow, 
That  marks  your  upward  flight. 


T11F  PROMISED  TIME.  47 

Point  the  next  pilgrim  as  he  goes 

To  day  that  knows  no  night. 
So  here  I  drop  my  final  word — 

To  be  recalled,  no,  never ! 
Save  thou  thyself  by  deed  and  word, 

Then  shalt  thou  rise  forever. 
In  fields  of  science,  truths  of  God, 

O'er  river,  vale  and  mountain, 
Our  souls  shall  ever  upward  plod 

Toward  life's  great,  blissful  fountain. 
There  life  resplendent  never  ends, 

And  joys  will  spring  eternal ; 
A  blest  reunion  with  our  friends 

In  realms  of  love  supernal. 
So  when  our  earthly  lamp  goes  out, 

Across  the  glowing  river 
We'll  meet  again,  I  have  no  doubt, 

Where  ail  will  shine  forever, 

The  Promised  Time  is  Coming. 

The  angel  hosts  now  come  to  earth, 
To  teach  us  of  their  heavenly  birth. 

Kef  rain. 

Rejoice!  Rejoice!  the  angel  hosts  are  coming! 
Hejoice!  Rejoice!  the  angel  hosts  shall  reign! 


48  THE  rrC51I5ED  TI3JE. 

Amu-ica  has  caught  the  light, 
And  now  (-merges   out  of  night? 

Kefrain . 

Old  England  too  is  in  a  Maze, 
While  other  nation*  star.d   ;,n,azccl 

Kefrain. 

All  Europe  now  receives  the  h'rey 
"1  is  spreading  wide,  'tis  rising  highei  ? 

Kefrain . 

The  raee  of  man  now  hails  the  dawn 
Of  this  sublime,  resplendent  morn! 

Kefrain, 

I:y  angel  light  we  wend  our  way 
To  the  T.".sr  realms  of  tr.dkss  day! 

Refrain 

r hey  hover  oTer  F.S  OH  tkc  wing, 
ihey  now  inspire  our  souls  to  sing 

Kefrain. 

They  come  to  bless  our  meeting    here, 
f  ursonls  \\ith  inspiration  chet  r. 

Kef  rain 

There  fields  immortal,  Edtn'>  ^liore 
Invites  us  on  f  ore  vei  more! 

Kefrain, 


Man's  Endless  Progress. 

In  life  beyond  mnn  shall  forever  stand 

And    stretch  his  gaze  far  o'er  the  heavenly  land, 

A  land  all  glorious,  all  serene  and  fair, 

"Where  God  is  seen  in  all,  for  Cod  is  everywhere. 

All  hail,  immortal  life!  How  grand,  how  fair! 

All  is  eternal  day/ no  night  is  there. 

The  universe  eternal  opens  wide  its  door, 

And  bids  the  soul  explore  forevermore. 

On  pinions  strong  we  then  commence  our  flight, 

Forever  rising  from  the  land  of  night, 

Our  powers  unfolding  as  we  ever  rise, 

To  loftier  views  of  truth,  midst  purer  skies. 

The  loft/  genius  of  the  human  mi  id 

Asks  broader  fields,  and  higher  truths  to  find. 

Defies  all  w.'.ils  to  circumscribe  its  flight 

As  onward  still  it  probes  the  realms  of  light, 

It  asks  to  demonstrate  the  fields  of  law, 

And  in  the  research  moves   with  holy  awe. 

Whre  to  its  Source,  it  bends  the  grateful  knee, 

It  views  the  cycles  of  eternity. 

Thousands  of  ages  may  have  come  and  gone, 

Yet  this  is  still  Eterrrty's  bright  morn, 

All  infants  still.  The  rudimental  bands 

Of  thore,  the  purer  roul«:  in  1  r'gnte;  landr. 


50  MAN'S  I:M>LKSS  IMJOOHKSS. 

Yet  the  broad  goal  before  us  open  lies, 
And  wondrous  visions  ope  before  our  eyes ; 
And  holier  inspirations  wake  the  soul 
To  reach  the  portal  of  that  far  off  goal. 

Where  higher  wisdom  rules  angelic  life 
Beyond  all  discord  and  beyond  all  strife, 
Yet  these  so  wise,  so  pure,  so  God-like  born, 
Have  only  reached  Eternity's  bright  morn. 

Loud  hallelujahs  roll  o'er  heavens  bright  plain 
As  all  commence  the  march  of  life  again. 
Hark !  Hear  the  anthems  from  the  pure  and  free, 
As  swell  they  will  through  all  eternity. 

The  terraced  mount  we've  reached! '  Tis  all  aglow! 
We've  marched  with  Science  from  the  fields  be- 
We're  all  prepared  to  find  a  higher  realm  [low, 
Where  wiser  angels  hold  the  guiding  helm. 

Millions  of  ages  all  have  ended  here 
And  yet  we're  moving  in  our  own  bright  sphere, 
As  young  and  fresh  as  though  we  just  were  born 
Amid  the  rays  of  an  eternal  morn. 

We've  just  commenced  to  live,  just  ,O}).-»«1  our  eyes 
On  scenes  all  new  in  puivr,  holier  skie.s. 
The  etcniril  >nn  h:is  ju  t  begun  t>>  glow 
ShoiMin^  his  beams  alike  on  all    below. 


LINES  INSPIRATION' ALLY  GIVEN          51 

And  here  again  we  hear  our  father's  voice 
Proclaim  through  nature,  "Now  my  sons  rejoice, 
You've  reached  the  road  by  higher  angels  trod. 
That  leads  through  wisdom  up  to  Nature's  God." 
The  eternal  voice  still  bids  us  higher  rise 
Midst  passing  cycles  and  in  purer  skies. 
So  upward  still  our  souls  shall  ever  plod 
Nearer  and  nearer  to  the  throne  of  God. 

Lines  Inspiratioiially  Ciivcii. 

The  angels  tell  me  God's  a  natural  God, 
Clothed  with  gross  matter  by  a  natural  law. 
Each  co-existent  in  the  eternal  past, 
The  Alpha  and  Omega,  the  first  and  last, 
The  angels  tell  me  man's  a  natural  man ; 

In  elements  the  image  of  his  God. 
The  man's  a  spirit  blessed  with  mind  to  plan, 

And  rules  the  body  cast  from  earth'y  sod. 
The  angels  tell  me  God's  great  universe 

In  all  its  vast  varieties  of  beauteous  forms, 
Was  by  great  Nature's  mighty  laws  produced, 

No  supernatural  thing  was   ever  born. 
The  angels  tell  me  worlds  are  natural  worlds, 

Not  made  in  miracle,  by  extra  force  or  power 
The  spirit  fills  the  vessel  that  it  moulds, 

Thus  worlds  are  born,  in  ages  not  i  i  hours. 


f)2  LINKS  1NSP1UATIONALLY  GIVEN 

The  angels  tell  me  world's  arc  spirit  orbs, 

Clothed  with  gros-s  matter  for  a  space  of  time 
But  by  progression  will  throw  off  tii<-s,'  rolx's 

And  in  tlieir  spirit  garb  forever  shine. 
The  angel-!  tell  mi'  wh  -n  that  time  shall  come 

And  our  grand  world  roll  in  its  spirit  sphere, 
It  will  be  the  sublime  and  heavenly  home 

Of  all  the  millions  it  has  brought  forth  here. 
The  angels  tell  me  all  God's  other  worlds 

Are,  or  will  then  be,  peopled  like  our  own  ; 
And  will,    when  they  throw   oi'f  their    shadowy 
robes, 

Be  centers,  be  our  grand  ang-olie  homes. 
The  angels  tell  me  each  of  these  great  worlds 

C  Kitain  one  local  family  of  mankind, 
While  all  of  them  join  in  one  grand  whole 

As  the  one  household  of  the  great  Divine. 
Comets  aie  children  of  the  parent  worlds, 

Gambling  in  space  between  revolving  -phnvs; 
Growing  in  form  and  si/e  for  years  to  come, 

Th'3ii  they'll  \)  i  r  jlli  17  worlds  as  are  lliAc  sires 
And  thus  this  Evolution  must  go  on 

Producing  worlds,  and  all  planes  down  to  man 
For  Nature's  Liws  repeat  themselves  of  yore 

And  must  i  >  t!i  •  gre.it  future  or  foreveiv.iore. 


LIN'KS  INSPIRATION  ALLY  GIVEN.          53 
The  angels  tell  me  death  is  not  a  goal 
Where  man  expires  in  body  and  in  soul. 
Tis  not  a  depot  where  man  stops  to  weep 
And  then  assumes  an  everlasting  sleep. 
The  angels  tell  me  death  is  all  a  myth, 
There  is  no  death  in  other  worlds  or  this. 
The  universe  is  life!  In  part  and    whole, 
Matter  but  shadow,  God's  the  life  and  soul. 
The  angels  tell  me  when  this  life  is  o'er 
And  we  approaeh  their  glorious  heavenly  shore, 
The  golden  doors  will  on  their  hinges  swing 
While  they  invite  our  earth  born  spirits  in. 
A  grand  reunion  in  domestic  ties 
We'll  celebrate  in  yonder  blissful  skies, 
While  shouts  of  triumph  make  tLo.se  mansions 
In  anthems  loud,  to  our  eternal  King.          [ring 
And  when  this  grand  reunion  shall  be  oVr 
And  eaeh  at  home  on  the  eternal  shore, 
We'll  join  by  millions  in  batallions  strong, 
In  dread  assault  uproot  each  earth  born  wrong. 
Millions  of  mighty  spirits  now  are  here  [sphere, 
Spreading  the  light  from    their    bright,  radiant 
Thev  come  in  mediumistie  brain  and  form. 
Ami  thus,  the  forts  of  superstition  storm. 


54         LINES  INS  IRRATIONALLY  GIVEN. 
Some  speak  through  mediums,  fully  in  a  trance, 
And  thus  the  cause  of  freedom  they  advance,  [ed 
Some  speak  through  mediums  consciously  inspir- 
And  thus  the  hearts  of  millions  here  are  tired. 

Some  write  through    mediums    while  in  passive 

thought, 

And  so  the  truth  to  millions  here  H    brought. 
Some   write     through    mediums   in  unconscious 

trance. 
And  thus  the  cause  of  human  rights  advance. 

Thousands  of  mediums  thti-  held  at  their  po^ts 
Have  no  conception  that  the  heavenly  hosts 
Are  using  them  to  break  the  glorious  dawn 
Of  earth's  fu-t  coming,  radiant,  glorious  morn. 

And  so  the  conflict  rages  on  the  earth 
Between  its  powers  and  those  of  heavenly  birth, 
Earth's  tyrants  come  with  shackles  for  the  race, 
And  angels  come  those  shackles  to  displace. 

The  battle  will  be  bloody,  fierce  and  long, 
With    both    combatants    well    entrenched    and 

strong. 

Om-  fights  for  office.  ea>e  and  wealth  of  earth. 
And  one  for  freedom,  and  bi<  heavenly  birth. 

Some  aim  to  rule  by  fraud,  and  hold  their  fort 
By  leading  on  a  wronged  and  blind  cohort; 


J  LI  GIVES.       55 

The  other  comes  to  spread  angelic  leaven     [en, 
And  mould    earth  to  the  light  and  peace  of  heav- 

One  fights  to  give  to  tyrants  wealth  and  power 
And  rob  the  laborer  of  inherent  dower. 
The  other  wars  to  undermine  their  throne 
And  give  to  every  man  unequal  home. 

The  issue's  broad  as  heaven  and  earth  can  maker 
The  war  is  pushed  thoi  gli  every  coward  (make. 
The  tocsin  sounded  by  the  heavenly  hosts. 
Calls  myriad  warriors  to  their  earthly  posts. 

Free-thought  is  spreading  like  the  rising    morn, 
And  all  portends  the  rise  of  might v    storms. 
Then  when  it  comes  let  liberals  meet  the    shock 
And  teach  the  foe  our  cause  stands  on  a  rock. 

Truth  is  immortal  though  she  waiteth  long 
To  raise  her  shout  of  triumph  and  her  song. 
Yet  she  will  come  with  angel  shouts  that  ring, 
And  cause  the  world  to  blossom  as  the  Spring. 

The  noble  truths  we  utter  here  to-  day, 
Will  live  when  our  poor  bodies  mix  with  clay, 
So  let  us  sow  them  broadcast  o'er  the  earth 
As  \ve  go  on  to  our  immortal  birth. 

Then  once  again  we'll  raise  the  freedom  shout 
As  parting  from  our  bodies,  we  go  out 


5<>  TO  FKIKNDS  Al   PAUlvKLlSlil "KG  . 

So  long  and  loud  'twill  shake  the  Earth's  green 

[;ol 

Bic'teJ  by  the  angel  hosts  j.  A  the  Eternal  God, 
Now  let  us  take  each  other  by  the  hand, 
And  swear  with  freedom's  hosts  to  ever  stand, 
Till  heaven  shall  say  to,  each,  thy  work  is  done, 
And  bid  u^  welcome  to  our  heavenly  home. 

Poem  to  Friends  at  Parkerslmrg, 

Once  more  we  here  meet  on  your  evergreen  shore 
As  we  met  in  the  years  that  have  gone  on  before; 
And  have  sown  the  pure  seed  which    the  angels 
have  given  [ens. 

With  fresh  insipration  sent  down  from  the  heav- 
These  pure  waters  have  strengthened  our  famish- 
ing hearts 

For  the  duties  of  life  as  asunder  we  part. 
Made  us  strong  in  our  mission  and  labor  of  love 
As  we  pass  through  the    earth  lite    to    mansions 

above. 

May  the  seed  sown  spring  up;  and  a  harvest  secure 
Of  thought,  word  and  effort:  sublime,  grand  and 
And  the  day  of  eternity  grandly  proclaim  [pure, 
Our  labors  in  Parkersburg  were  not  in  vain. 
May  a  multitude  grasp  the  pure,  spiritual  leaven 
Who  shall  finally  stand  with  the  armies  of  heaven, 


POEM  TO  FKIKNDS  AT  PAUIvKUSUrilG.    57 

Pointing  back  to  these  spiritual  meetings  on  earth 
As  the  time  vvnen  they  started  for  angelic  birth. 

The  time  when  they  first  saw  this  spiritual  light 
And  felt  their  dark  minds  were  enveloped  in  night, 
When  th^y  fully  resolved  to  know  more   of  that 
life  [strife. 

Where  the  angels  now  dwell  beyond  discord  and 

Oh,  how  happy  we'll  be  when  together  we  stand 
In  the  angers  bright  home,  in  the  pure  summer 

land,  [are  o'er 

Where  cold  winter'^  storms  and  death's  tempest's 
And  the  ills  of  the  earth  life  shall  reach  us  no 

more  ] 

Oh  friends  of  the  angels,  whose  mission  is  here, 
Spread  this  heavenly  light  in  this  dark,  earthly 

sphere ! 

All  sacrifice  here  which  the  cause  now  requiies 
Will  but  add  to  your  joys  in  the  heave.il/ 

spheres. 

Then  rush  to  your  work  never  heeding  the  scoff 
Which  attended  the  Nazarene  while  he  wai 
here. 

Face  the  conflict  like  men  and  prepare  to  be  off, 
For  the  day  dawns;and  lo,great  Eternity's  here. 


0<S     AT  THE  FUNERAL  OF  A  YOUNG    LADY. 
'•Well  done!"  the  good  angels  will  say  as  we  come, 
"We  welcome  you  in  to  our  heavenly  home. 
You  have  labored  and  given,  to  save  man  from  sin, 
To  our  heavenly  mansion's  we  welcome  you  in. ' 

Thence  the   broad     fields     of  light  ad  iitfinititm 

rise 

And  invite  you  away  to  those  bright  purer  skies, 
Where  the  fathers  now  banquet  in  wisdom  and 

love,  [above. 

Ever  passing    the   spheres    of  the  bright   worlds 

Ever  rising  we'll  pass  through  those  bright  purer 

spheres, 

As  we  number  the  cycles  of  unending  years. 
Our  souls  all  divested  of  hatred  and  fears 
As  we  echo  the  truth,  all  eternity's  ours. 


Lines  at  funeral  o1  a  young  lady, 

A  valued  earthly  friend  ot  mine 

On  this  death's  dark  river. 
Has  drawn  in  fair  poetic  lines 

What  angel  friends  could  give  her. 

But  I  would  drop  a  thought  or  two 

Back  o'er  the  shining  river ; 
A  thought  of  life  when  one  with  you, 

And  of  our  great  forever. 


AT  THE  FUNERAL  OF  A  YOUNG  LADY.    59 
For  twenty  one  long  years  on  earth 

I  floated  on  time's  river, 
Then  plied  the  oar  for  higher  birth, 

Where  ail  shall  live  fprever. 

The  race  of  life  was  swift  and  brief, 

Made  up  of  joy  and  sorrow- 
Joy  came  to  day  to  give  relief, 

But  sadness  on  the  morrow. 

Friend  after  friend  beside  me  fell 

Into  the  mystic  river, 
But  here  I  find  them  all  again, 

Blooming  in  life  forever. 

All  sadness  now  is  past  and  gone, 

It  will  return,  no  never ! 
For  when  I  come  to  your  green  home 

1  pass  no  mystic  river. 

Our  homes  connect  by  law  divine, 

No  power  can  ever  sever ; 
Eternal  life  and  earthly  time 

Make  up  our  great  forever. 

There  is  no  stream  dividing  these, — 

A  great  and  boisterous  river,— 
We  only  fall  asleep  in  death, 

Then  wake  to  life  forever. 


60  AT  THE  FUNERAL  OF  A  YOUNG  LADY. 

So  dear  ones,  weep  no  more  for  me, 
I  am  round  you  night  and  morning, 

And  bring  great  thoughts  of  truth  to  thee 
For  your  great  soul's  adorning. 

And  when  your  earthly  toils  are  o'er, 

You'll  pass  the  mystic  river 
And  hail  me  on  the  shining  shore 

Where  all  shall  shine  forever. 

In  holy  union  there  we'll  stand, 

A  household  joined  together, 
In  love's  immortal  endless  bands, 

Triumphantly  forever. 

Loud  hallelujahs  there  we'll  raise 

To  God  the  boundless  giver, 
While  holy  joys  of  purest  lays 

Shall  crown  our  soul's  forever. 

Then  through  the  bound  ess  fields  of  space, 

O'er  mountain,  vale  and  river, 
We'll  run  progression's  mighty  race 

Forever  and  forever. 

Farewell  the  moment,  dearest  ones, 
Though  think  me  round  you  ever, 

And  shall  be  till  I  guide  you  home 
Into  our  great  forever. 


Lilies  given  on  rising  to  lecture 
at  Lime  Rock,  Iowa. 

I  rise  at  this  altar,  before  you  to-night, 
To  plead  for  the  pure,  the  holy,  the  right; 
May  the  truth,  like  the  ancient  baptism  of  fire, 
Pierce  each  soul  with  a  strength    still    uplifting 

and  higher. 

The  clarion  trump  of. the  augels  of  light> 
Now  echoes  through  earth  in  this  dark   earthly 

night,  [earth 

The  heavens  now    bend  to   our    dark    gloomy 
To  teach  man  the  glories  of  angelic  birth> 
Irrespective  of  dogmas  and  creeds  then  arise 
And  listen  to  teaching  which  come  from  the  skies! 
Our  kindred  immortal  in  armies  are  here 
To  lift  our  great  souls  to  the  light  of  their  sphere* 
May  our  meeting  together  at  this  time  and  place 
Leave  resting  on  all  here  the  smile  of  God's  face 
And  the  final  result  when  eternity  comes. 
That  an  army  of    souls  find  the  heavenly  home. 

Lines  given  at  Abel  Peterson's* 

Again  we  have  met  on  our  dark   earthly  shore, 
A.-  we've  met  in  the  years  which  have   gone  on 
before ; 


62  LINES  AT  CLO  E  OF  A   VISIT. 

Made  welcome  for  days  in  your  beautiful  home, 

But  noiv  leave,  to  encounter  whatever  may  come. 

And  night  after  night  in  your  beautiful  home 
We  have  talked  with  the  angels,  who,  happy  to 

come, 

Have  taught  us  of  life  on  their  beautiful  shore, 
The  home  of  our  kindred,  the  great    evermon. . 

Well,  we  soon  shall  have  crossed  to  that  blessed 
shore,  [before, 

And  be  numbered  with  those  who  have  gone  on 

And  with  them  will  return  to  our  dear  ones  on 
earth, 

And  guide  them  safe  over  to  angelic  birth 

If  our  parting  to-day  be  our  last  one  on    earth, 
We  know  we  shall  meet  in  heavenly  birth , 
Where  the  rich  and  poor  as  from  earthlit'e  they 

come, 
Shall  equally  share  in  a  beautiful  home, 

Oh  well  shall  it  be,  if  it  then  shall  appear, 
The  rich  man  has  fed  the  poor  Lazarus  here, 
So  upward  forever  they  ever  may  plod      [God. 
Reaching  nearer  and  ne  irer  the  throne  of   our 

As  we  lea\e  you  to-day,  we  bid  you  God  speed, 
In  the  great  work  of  love,  in  hu-nanity's  need, 


LINES  AT  irNELAL  OF  EIINE^T  CA8E.    63 

And  when  tin-  great  work  of  the  earthlife  is  done 
With  our  sheaves  we  will  pass  to  our    heavenly 
home. 

Then  the  broad  fields  of  life  ad  infinitum  rise 
And  invite  us  away  to  those  bright,  purer  skies, 
Where  the  Fathers  now  banquet  in  wisdom  and 
love  [_above. 

Ever  passing  the  spheres  of  the    bright    worlds 

In  these  vast  fields  of  life  we  will  ever  go  on, 
In  the  great  work  of  Progress  eternally  long. 


Lines  at  the  funeral  of  Ernest  Case. 

It  is  not  death,  for  nothing  dies, 

It  is  only  changing  human  spheres. 

The    man  has  passed  to  purer  skies, 
A  pledge  of  life  tor  endless  years, 

God's  laws  assume  the  aseending  plane 

In  all  the  fields  of  science  trod; 
And  hence  the  truth,  ''t  >  die  is  gain — " 

Is  claimed  to  be  the  word  of  God. 

To-day  we  hail  this  precious  truth, 
Confirmed  by  science,  law  and  God. 

And  here  give  n;>  this  precious  youth, 
To  walk  the  fields  by   angels  trod. 


(U  FAITH  IX  GOD. 

To  explore  timid  the  boundless  realm.*? 

Where  God  reveals  his  mighty  power, 
With  wiser  holier  angel  friends 

Adding  mental  wealth  to  his  great  dower, 
How  sweet  the  truth  to  us  made  clear, 

That  we  shall  soon  like  him  pass  o'er, 
To  dwell  with  those  we  hold  so  dear 

On  that  eternal  happy  shore. 
Our  meetings  here  will  soon  be  past, 

Life's  river  Hows  so  fast  apace, 
15ut  sure  we  are  we'll  meet  at  last 

In  an  eternal  fond  embrace. 
Then  let  life\s  waves  roll  swiftly  on; 

We'll  sooner  reach  the  boundless  seaT 
And  join  the  angel's  purest  song 

Whose  echoes  swell  eternity. 


Faith  in  God. 

Let  us  have  faith  in  (Jod, 

Whoso  plans  can  never  fail. 
He  holds  the  mighty  rod 

That  governs  land  and  main. 
And  when  tin-  Father's  might v  works 

shrill  all  become  complete, 
Those  human  souls  from  other  worlds 

We  shall  not  fail  to  -rivet, 


FINAL  TRIUMPH.  65 

Then  through  the  boundless  fields  of  life 

We'll  stray  o'er  that  bright  shore, 
Where  souls  from  all  these  worlds  of  light 

Commune  f ore vermore . 
Great  God,  my  soul  on  pinions  ri.«e 

At  such  a  glorious  thought, 
My  vision  sweeps  the  boundless  skies 

Where  angels  shall  be  taught. 
To  know  the  wisdom  of  our  God, 

The  fields  of  boundless  lore, 
Beyond  where  angels  yet  have  stood 

In  the  great  fore  vermore. 
Then  let  the  earth  life  waves  roll  on 

With  all  their  toils  and    tears 
Till  all  our  mission  work  is  done 

And  we  pass  to  endless  years. 

Final  triumph. 

This  world's  a  seene  of  confiier,  toil  and  strife, 

The  millions  suffer  more  than  they  enjoy 
Yet  such  is  human  destiny  and  life  [annoy. 

In  this  dark     world    where    changing    seenes- 
Hut  nngt'N  f.'ll  u<  there's  a  brighter  land      [ocr, 

\Vh.-ii  earthlv  toils  and  pains,  and  griefs    are 
Where  we  shall  join  their    pure  angelie   band, 

And  sin  and  pain  and  death  shall  reign  no  more. 


<;»)  LINES  AT  FUNEliAL  OF  3UIIS.  GKEEN'LEAF  . 

So  here  I  leave  myself  in  angel  hands 

To  meet  life's  conflicts  as  they  gather  here, 
Till  they  shall  bi.l  me  join  their   happy  bands, 

To  chant  the  glories  of  their  radiant  sphere. 
And  then  I  hope  to  come  again  to  earth, 

Unless  materialism    shall  close  the  door, 
To  teach  the  truths  of  our  celestial  birth, 

As  seen  and  known  on  the  eternal  shore. 
And  then  beyond  these  narrow  fields  of  thought 

I  hope  to  walk  in  boundless  realms  of  life, 
To  conquests  for  which  wiser  angels  fought, 

Beyond  all  discord,  and  beyond  all  strife, 
Then  standing  on  the  terraced  mount  of  life, 

We'll  view  our  conquests  in  the  realms  below- 
And  then  renew  the  mental,  moral  strife 

As  onward  still  t  >  higher  fields  we  go. 
And  here  iny  great  soul  staggers  at  the  view ! 

A  destiny  so  great,  sub  ime  and  grand. 
And  yet  I  know  it  is  for  me  and  you 

And  e\vry  great  immortal  soul  of  man, 

Lines  givoii  at  the  funeral  of 
Mrs.  Groeiileat. 

Yes,  iVe  passed  to  the  Ian  1  where  the  prophets 

have  gone,  [home. 

Wlure   the    saints   of  all    a<res  are  making  tin  ir 


LIMES  AT  FUXERVLOF  MRS.  GREEXLEAF.  67 

Its  a  land  of  great  beauty,  a  land  of  great  peace, 
WLe  e    the    Joys    of   bright  angels    shall  never- 
more cease. 

Myearthlife  was  strewn  with  bright  flowers  and 
?al  tears,  [fears. 

With  the  brightest  of   hopes  and    the  dart  est  o* 

vlwas  a  scene-oh,  how  checqnered  as  years  ever 
rolled, 

The  half  of  its  changes  will  never  be  told, 

But  it  came    as  a  school  from    my    pure    angel 

guides  [my  side 

Whom  I  both  felt  and  saw,  as  they    walked  by 

Oh  how  oft    amid   both    my  joys  and  my  fears 

They  showed  me  the  land,  where  they  never  shed 

tears. 

Oh  then  how  I  rose  by  the  might  of  their  power 
Oh  I  felt  that  a  month  was  as  short  as  an  hour! 
I  could  triumph  o'er  obstacles  dark  as  the  grave 
For  I  felt  that  the  angels  had  power  to  save. 

Oh,  how  much  I  still  owe  to  those  dear  angel  ones 
May  they  still  guide  my  husband,  my  daughters 

and  sons, 

And  when  their  sad  toils  of  the  earthlife  are  o'er 
We'll  meet  and  embrace  on  the  heavenly  shore. 


68  LINKS  WRITTEN  IN  AN  ALBUM. 

But  while  death, s  dark  veil  shall  our  spirits  divide 

Each  day  I  will  come  and  will  stand  by  your  side 

As  a  ministering  spirit  Til  labor  to  save 

My  dear  ones  of  earth  from  pollution's  dark  wave. 

Oh  may  the  good  angels  help  me  by   their  power 

To  save  my  mere  babes  from  error's  dark  hour, 

That  in  earth  they  may  come  to  be  holy  and  wise 

And  reach  a  bright  home    in   our  heaven's  pure 

skies. 

Farewell  for  the  moment,  to  neighbors  and  all, 
And  accept  this  to-day  as  my  earliest  call 
To  each,  from  the  land  to  which  I've  gone  oe'r, 
And  prepare  by  right  living  to  come  to  our  shore, 
Now  take  my  poor  body,  putrid  and  sore, 
And  lay  it  to  rest  in  the  great  nevermore, 
But  remember  I've  risen  from  the  dark  house  of 
To  chant  in  the  morn  of  eternity's  day.      [clay, 

I, I  lie*  written  In  an  album. 

Long  yercrs  have  passed  since  first  we  met  as 
friends,  [ship  ends- 

And  long  eternity  shall  pass  before  that  friend* 

These  rears  have  brought  to  each  of  us  its  sun- 
shine and  its  shade. 

And  angel  friends  have  ever  watched  the  pro- 
gress we  have  made. 


GIVEN  BY  REV.  ABEL  WARUEN.  69 

And  still  they're  round  about  us, on  this  restless 

sea  of  strife,  [lift1, 

Inspiring  each  of  us   to  live,  our  purest,  holiest 

Oh  let  us  ever  bear  in  mind  this  life  is  short  and 

brief,  [or  its  grief, 

It  matters  little  whieh  it  brings,  its  pleasures  or 

But  there's  a  life  immortal  awaits  us  in  the  skies  ; 
A   life  where  sorrow  never  eomes  and  pleasure 
never  dies, 

A  land  of  beauty,  love  and  joy,  no    tongue   can 
tell  how  fair,  [meet  3*011  there ! 

Then  live  for    that    angelie    home!  Go  on.  I'll 
IJne*  given  by  Rev   Abel  Warren. 

The  angels,  bright  angels  are  ever  around  us, 

They  come  from  the  home  of  the  pure  and  the 

good,  [spire  us, 

They  come  here  to  guide  us,  they    come  to  in- 

And  feed  our  dark  minds  with    pure    angelic 

food,  [their  (iod. 

And  teach  our   great   souls    how  to    worship 

They  are    here,    they    surround  us,    this    glad 

peaceful  moning,  [know  night, 

Just  come  from   the    land  that  shall   never 

And  the  rainbow  of  peace  there  forever  adorning, 


70        GIVEN  BY  KEY.  ABEL  WAUUEX. 
Inspire  love  and  joy  through  those  vast  realms 
of  light,  [pure  white, 

Where  the  angels,  our  kindred,  stand   robed  in 

They  worship  with  us  the    same    great    mighty 

Father,  [vale 

Whose  balance  weighs  both  the  mountain  and 

Whose  great  law  formed  the  solids  and     ether, 

Whose  power  calms  the  ocean  in  tempest  and 

gale  [and  turn  pale. 

When  the  bronzed  face  of  sailors   grow   cold 

They  labor  with  us  for  the  world's  reformation, 
To  guide  men  to  knowledge  to  virtue  and  love, 

And  thus  bless  our  race,  with   preventive  salva- 
tion, 
Adapting  us  here  to  the  bright  worlds  above, 

Where  each  may  be  pure  as  the  innocent  dove. 

They  teach  not  a  righteousness  founded  in  faith, 
Or  a  pardon  secured  by  the  shedding  of  blood, 
Or  that  heaven  is  obtained  by  God's  boundless 
grace,  [hood 

They  tell  us  man's  saved  by    unfolding    self- 
And  '<\v  works  here  on  earth  which  all    heav- 
en calls  good. 


GOD'S  LIVING  GO,- PEL.  71 

Then  let  our  souls  rise  with    transport   to  greet 

them. 

And  rush  to  our  duties  MS  angels  on  earth. 

For  so  shall  our  souls  be  prepared  as  they    go, 

when  [earth 

We  pass  from  the  toils  and    the    conflicts    of 

To  the  glories  and  triumph  of  ange'ic    birth. 


God's  living  gospel. 

jt  is  not  a  truth  inhrm  and  old, 
Born  in  a  former,  darker  age, 

But  truth  that's  new,  alive  and  bold 
Written  on  life's  unfolding  page. 

God's  gospel  is  a  living  truth 
Adapted  to  the  present  hour, 

That  meets  the  wants  of  age  and  youth 
With  inspiration's  mighty  power. 

A  chain  of  truth  from  heaven  let  down 
By  angel  ministry  and  love, 

Ascending  it  \ve  gain  the  crown 
That  angels  wear  in  worlds  above, 

God's  irospel  strikes  ;it  every  wrong, 
In  every  age  and  every  clime. 

Nerved  with  angelic  power,  it's  strong, 
And  triumphs  in  its  own  good  time. 


72  LINES  AT  THE  I  I'M-: UAL  OF  WIKT  CASE. 

Poos  wealth  oppress  the  laboring  poor, 

And  gri-ul  the  masses  in  the  dust? 
And   tyrants  close   each  open  door 

To  which  the  laborer  looks   and  trusts? 
Gou's  gospel  cries  to  such,  beware, 

You're  heaping  coals  upon  your  head, 
You'll  meet  eternal  justice  there, 

Beyond  the  grave  where  sleep  the  dead. 
Then  cultivate  a  life  all  pure, 

Free  from  oppression's  cruel  rod 
And  an  eternal  peace  make  sure 

With  smiles  from  the  eternal  (iod. 
Then  through  the  boundless  fields  of  light 

Where  wisdom  holds  the  guiding  rod, 
We'll  take  our  upward  endless  flight 

In  the  vast  renhrs  of  nature's  Cod. 


Lines  at  the  funeral  ot  Wirt  Case. 

A  few  months  since  we  gathered  here 

To  drop  the  sympathizing  tear 

With  these  dear  friends,  whose  son  had  gone 

To  hail  eternity's  bright  morn, 

Then  he  whose  death  now  calls  us  here 

Joined  with  the  rest  to  drop  the  tear 

Fresh  flowing  from  a  wounded  heart, 

When  death  did  these  two  brothers  part. 


LINKS  AT  FCNEllAL  OF  WlUT  CASE*       73 
A^ain  your  pleasant  city  bell 
Will  sound  the  solemn  funeral  knell 
For  one  that's  left  the  toils  of  earth 
For  the  glad  rest  of  spirit  birth. 

Two  brothers  in  life's  early  morn 
Have  passed  from  earth's  eold  winter's  storm^ 
And  joined  where  Vessels  never  strand 
The  shore  of  the  bright  summer  land. 

They've  joined  another  of  their  band, 
Who  years  ago  left  this  sad  land 
A  tender  babe  ;  all  sweet  and  fair — 
Yes,  they  have  found  the  lost  one  there! 

Think  you  that  they've  forgot  the  earth 
Or  those  that  gave  them  human  birth? 
Will  they  forget  their  brothers  dear? 
The  two  now  left  that  linger  here?  * 

Another  yet.  how  dear  no  tongue  can  tell, 
To  whom  he  said  his  earthly  last  farewell? 

Nay,  love  ahd  memory  will  unite 

And  draw  them  back  from  morn  to  night, 

As  ministering  spirits  ever  come 

Till  these  pass  o'er  to  their  bright  home. 

And  then  in  brighter;  holier  skies 
They'll  relebiMte  domestir  tics. 


74          LINKS  OIVKN  I;Y  vrinr  r\<T:. 
In  bonds  so  strong    they  will   n  >'.  sever 
Through  vast  eternity.  No,  never! 
And  here  my  great  soul  stagger.-'  at  the  view, 

A  destinv  so  givit  snbl:me  and  grind, 
And  yet  I  know  it  is  for  me  ami  you 

And  every  great  immortal  *<m\  of  man. 
Well,  I  am  now  >'>  near  the   eternal  shore 
'  Tis  provable  [  may  not  meet  you  more. 
If  not,  my  way  to  heaven  seems  cl  -ar  and  fairT 
fio  on.  go  on.  I'm  sure  we'll  all  meet  there. 
Then  through  the  boundless  fields  of  space, 
()  er  mount  im.  vale   and  riv<M\ 
XVe'll  nm  p;-.>gre-u>n'-  nughty   raee 
l''<jrev«M'  :tnd    i'i>iw«'r. 

I/HH»S  ^iveii  by  AVirt  C'ase. 

SMV  to  thy  sadd-.-n-jd  s->ul  be  strong. 

Life  there  i>  u  rapid  riv»-r. 
The  raee  on  earth  will  nol    be  long. 

Then  we'll  t-mb;-i<-"   for«-vr. 
An  I  while  you  -ha1!  remain   on  earth. 

I   will  not  leave  >.»u  friendless 
But  everv  day  shall  claim  you  mine 

Till  we  meet  where  joy.-  are  endless. 
In  all  v>iir  earthly  toils  ami  grift 

oh,  feel  that    I'm  beside   you. 


LINES  GIVEN  EXTEJIPOKE.  7; 

To  lift  you  up  and  brin^  rel:ef 

As  only  angels  can  do. 
My  mission  will  be  back  to  earth 

Where  I  have  left  my  idol. 
More  than  the  spheres  of  spirit  birth 

Till  you  sha'I  reach  our  heavenly  goal. 
It  will  be  heaven  to  stay  with  you 

And  share  yuur  grief  and  pleasure, 
It  would  be  hell  to  say  adieu. 

And  meet  no  more  forever, 
Oh,  idol  of  my  manly  heart, 

Be  strong,  atid  pure,  and  good,  and  wive, 
Then  when  we  meet  we'll  never  part 

In  brighter,  purer,  holier  skies. 
My  home  is  beautiful  and  fair 

My  heaven  complete  if  you  were  there 
God's  plan  is  best,  'tis  all  divine 

Propelling  earth  and  heaven  and  time. 

Linos  given  extempore*. 

Oh  weep  not  so,  my  darling,  this  bright  mom 
My  arms  around  you  'mid  this  dreadful  storm, 
Oh,  th.-it  you  felt  my  spirit  power  and  life, 
And  feel,  as  now  I  feel,  thou  art  my  wife. 
And  yonder  on  the  Alpine  hills  of  light. 
In  an  eternal  day.  'there  is  no  night." 


7<>  LTML.S  TO  31V   HKOTIIM  . 

Yes,  there  in  life  eternal,  endless  time 

I'll  grasp  thy  slender  form,  them  wilt  be  mine* 

Be  calm  and  peaceful  as  a  .summer  morn, 
Let  life  flow  on  with  all  its  toils  and  care 

And  when  the  toils  and  cares  of  earth  are  gone, 
At  death's  dark  door,  bit  sore  I'll  meet  yon  there, 

Lines  to  P.  P.  Warren  when 
(liingeroiiftly  wick. 

Say  to  thy  saddened  son),,  be  strong, 

Eternal  life's  before  tbt-e, 
The  race  on  earth  will  not  be  long, 

And  heaven  will  soon  restore  theev 
To  sound  immortal  endless  lifer 

Where  pain  shall  never  enter, 
To  boundless  scenes  of  spirit  wealth 

Where  joys  supreme  shall  centre. 
Doubt  not,  the  wife  of  other  yearsr 

That's    passed  across  the  river, 
Now  oft  comes  back  to  calm  thy  fears, 

From  her  home,  the  great  forever. 
And  when  your  earthly  pains  are  o'er 

She'll  meet  you  at  the  river, 
Ami  guide  the  boat  with  skillfnj  oar 

Safe  to  cur  great  foiwer. 


THE  OHANGIvs  OF  EAKT1I.  77 

There  i-i  perpetual  health  jind  youth, 

Where  death  can  never  sever, 
You'll  rise  in  purity  and  truth 

Forever  and  forever. 

Oh,  happy  day,  when  kindred  dear 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more, 
In  that  bright  land  so  fair  and  clear 

On  heaven's  resplendent  shore. 

O'er  endless  fields  of  science,  and  of  God. 

Our  souls  shall  gather  wisdom,  love  and  truth 
And  upward  still  our  souls  shall  ever  plod, 

Amid  the  scenes  of  beauty  and  of  youth. 

When  untold  ages  ail  have  »ped  their  flight 
And  our  great  souls  o'er    numerous     worlds 
have  trod, 

We're  still  among  the  morning  rays  of  light, 
Whose  noonday  sun  is  our  eternal  God, 

Our  pole  star  through  eternity's  great  day 

So  all  our  wiser,  holier  angels  say. 


The  Changes  oi  Earth. 

This  world  is  one  vast  scene  of  change, 
Man's  up's  and  down's  are  everywhere. 


78  THE  CHANGES  OF  JOAliTH. 

It  spreads  all  o'er  earth's  broadest  range 
Involving  man  in  toil  and   care. 

No  c'imj  p  >5se-?S''S   all  that's  goo  I, 
No  age  of  man  is  free   from  cure. 

Yet  every  c'ime  provides  its  food 
As  proof  of  the  All  Father's  care. 

Our  brightest  prospects  oft  we  blast, 
The  objects  of  our  love  remove, 

'Tis  well  perhaps,  if  but  at  last 
We  reach  a  better  home  above. 

If  in  the  midst  of  this  vast  change 
We  learn  the  lesson  all  divine, 

That  there's  a  life  of  broader  range. 
Adapted  to  the  human  mind 

Where  all  these  blasted,  earthly  hopes 
Which  so  oppressed  the  spirit  here 

Shall  rise  in  higher,  broader  scope, 
In  heaven's  resplendent,  purer  sphere 

There  Alps  on  Alps  eternal  rise 

With  mines  of  sacred  lore. 
Before  our  glad  and  wondering  eyes, 

While  our  great  hearts  adore. 

The  God,  whose  wisdom  formed  the  plan 
Of  the  great  Universe, 


AMJK1JC  .UTACHAlKVrs.  71> 

And  at  the  head  placed  wondious  man, 

To  run  an  endless  race. 
Unfolding  his  <*reat  Godlike  powers 

While  endless  ages  roll, 
With  angels  of  immortal  dowers 

Great,  mighty  human  souls. 

Ang-elic  attachments. 

Our  parents  home  was  dark  and  pO)r  on  earth, 
And  constant  labor  pressed  the  sire  and  son. 
There  sixteen  souls  found  an  immortal  birth, 

Have  run  their  race  and  all  but  three  are  gone. 
How  rough  that  home  made  up  of  rocks  and  hills, 
And  yet  how  sweet  the  music  of  the  rills, 
Our  souls  still  linger  in  that  wild  retreat, 
Which  then  was  trod  Ly  our  bare,  youthful  feet. 
How  sacred  still  that  rough  secluded  place 
Where  each  of  us  commenced  our  endless  ra^-c! 
Oh.  yes  we  love  that  grand  old  sacred  spoi 
Wl.ich  by  us  each  shall  never  be  forgot. 
Oh,  sacred  soil,  now  trod  by  stranger  feet 
Tliungh  we  jour  va'es  and  hills  si*^  never  jreet, 
S.iil  ;Oii  aiv  L:.xc:e.l  as  t.ic  lo.ie  retreat, 
The  iilciii,  Aiou.e  where  many  loved  ones  sleep. 
No!  Not  the  loved  ones,  but  the  house  of  earth — 
The  loved  ones  reached  a  pu^e  immortal  biria — - 


80  VISION  OF  OUR  ANGELIC  MISSION  WORK. 

And   thousrh    their  bodies  sleep  so  far  away, 
They're  in  om-  homes,  and  round  us  day  by  day. 

And  soon  we'll  rise  and  leave  the  house  of  clay 
To  sleep  beneath  the  brilliant  prarie  flowers, 

Our  home  shall  be  in  bright  eternal  day, 

Which  shall  unfold  our  great  immortal  powers 

We'll  bathe  our  souls  in  life's  unbounded  sea, 
The  aromal  breath  of  God,  the  Deity. 
As  upward  still  our  souls  shall  ever  plod 
Nearer  and  neaeiv  to  the  throne  of  God. 

Now  may  good  angels  watch  and  ever  keep 
Us  all  from  harm  both  when  we  wake  and  sleep, 
Till  all  our  toils  on  this  sad  earth  are  o'er, 
And  we  pass  upward  to  the  eternal  shore. 


Vision  of  our  angelic  mission  w«>rk 
ami  its  final  triumph. 

A  glorious  light  shines  all    around 
Amid  the  darkest  gloom  profound, 
*Tis  showered  by  angels  from  above 
Fresh  from  the  fountain  head  of  love. 
The  darkness  comprehends  it  not, 
'Tis  so  profound !  How  sad  the  lot, 
Yet  aiigels  pity  the  forlorn, 
And  come  to  break  this  glorious  morn. 


VISION  OF  OUR  ANGELIC  MISSION  WORK.  81 

The  light  of  this  resplendent  day    " 
Will  chase  the  darkness  all  away, 
And  break  man's  theologic  chains 
And  lift  him  up  to  higher  planes 

Of  light,  and  love,  and  freedom's  dower, 
And  clothe  his  soul  with  heavenly  power 
To  do  his  mission  work  on  earth 
Ere  he  ascends  to  higher  birth. 

Oh  that  this  glorious  heavenly  light 
May  spread  through  all  these  realms  of  night, 
Till  man  through  every  vale  and  coast 
Redeemed !  shall  join  the  heavenly  host. 

And  then  with  those  who've  gone  before 
To  that  immortal,  blissful  shore, 
We'll  celebrate  domestic  ties 
Where  love  and  friendship  never  dies. 

And  then  in  fields  of  boundless  lore 
Our  souls  shall  evermore  explore 
Realms,  which  no  angels  yet  have  trod, 
So  near  the  burning  throne  of  God, 

And  yet  eternities  shall  roll 
With  God,  the  pole-star  of  the  soul. 
Oh,  angels  spread  the  truth  like  leaven, 
Naught  else  can  make  an  angel's  heaven. 


God  soon  and  known  by  his  works. 
O,   wondrons  knowledge  deep    find  high 

That  laid  the  glorious  plan 
Which  evolution  demonstrates 

In    reaching  up  to   man. 

And  still  move  wondrous  is  the  scheme 

While  opened  wide  the  door 
Through  which  all  human  souls  must  pass 

To  their  bright,  angelic  shore. 

Yet  stupid  mortals,  darkened  minds 

Straying  o'er  the*c  dark  shore." 
Tell  us  in  all  this  scheme  they  find 

Nothing  but  a  blind  foice. 

The  universe  connects  by  laws  divine 

Its  numerous  wondrous  planes 
Like  clock-work  counting  the  hours  of  time 

Eternally  the  same. 

Millions  of  worlds  in  grand  array 

Controlled  by  laws  divine, 
Have  counted  billions  of  years  away 

Without  gain,  or  loss  of  time. 

How  wist  that  mind — how  vast  that  power, 
Holding  world.-?  in  the! .  own  place, 


GOD  SEEN  AM>  KNOWN. 

As  noiselessly  from  hour  to  hour 
They  run  their  endless  race 

O,  God,   my  great  soul  bows  before 

Thy  universal  shrine, 
With  all  my  power,  I  do  adore 

Thy  majesty  divine. 
I  feel  a  law  within  my  soul 

That  binds  me  to  thy  throne, 
Thou  art  my  pole  star  and  my  all, 

O  guide,  oh,  guide  me  home! 
'Tis  true  I  cannot  see  thee  here, 

Nor  shall  I  see  thee  there; 
But  I  read  thee  in  the  world's  eareer 

And  hear  thee  in   the  thunder's  roar. 

I  know  that  he   who  made  great,  rolling  wor'ds 

Is  greater  than  those  worlds  ean  be, 
And  though  his  greatness  is  not  told, 

I  feel  those  worlds  were  made  for  me, 
1  cannot  see  my  real  form, 

And  yet  I  know  I  am 
I  never  saw  the  crawling  worm, 

Neither  my  fellow  man. 
But  I  have  seen  the  dark,  gross   tent, 

In  which  we  live  and  move, 


£4  tJOl)  SEKN   AM)  KNOWN. 

The  gross  to  make  us  here  content 
Till  we  leave  for  worlds  above, 

And  there  in  worlds  of  beauty  and  of  light 

My  real  se]f  I  shall  never  see 
For  all  shall  have  a  body  pure  ami  white, 

Our  outer  house,  to  all  Eternity, 

It  is  not  strange  perhaps,  that  the  dark  mind 
Which  only  believes  what  it  can  see 

Should  laugh  at  our  great  view  of  human    kind 
And  ridicule  the  eternal  Deity 

But  I  am  struck  with  wonder  arid  surprise, 
That  we,  who  are  taught  by  angel  friends, 

Should  doubt  that  Clod  rules  both  in  earth    and 
We  cannot  see  him ;  Infidel  pretense,    [skies 

When  materialism  says  you  are  a  jack  or  fi>jg 
You  feel  indignant  at  the  shameful  blow, 

But  when  they  jeer  and  ridicule  the  God, 

On  wings  of  joy  you  rise,  they're  black  below 

Go  like  a  man,  and  tell  the  world  you  doubt 
If  man's  immortal :  since  you  see  him  not, 

Or  join  with  us  the  materialist  to  rout 

And  leave  his  views  with  all  that's  false,  to  rot 

In  man,  we  only  see  the  outer  form  of  earth 
And  this  we  know  will  soon  return  to  dust, 


PKAYEK,  «4-5 

While  still  the  mail)  will  reach  the  higher  birth 

With  all  his  powers  of  mental,   moral  worth. 

'Tis  not  from  sight,  but  from  his  mighty  powers 
We  grasp  the  thought  of  immortality, 

Again  his  mighty  works  stand  out  as  towers  * 
To  stamp  him  with  his  own  Divinity. 

Ami  so  of  God,  we  claim  him  not  from  sight, 
But  from  his   wondrous    works    and  mighty 

Beheld  in  mighty  rolling  worlds  of  light  [power 
Which  blaze  and  whirl  through  space   forev- 
ermore. 


Prayer. 

God  of  love,  and  god  of  power, 
Hear  us  in  this  sacred  hour, 
Send  thy  promised  blessing    down. 
With  thy  love  our  spirits  crown. 
We  are  traveling  home  through  earth 
To  the  realms  of  higher  birth. 
There  with  angels  on  the  wing 
We'll  thy  name  and  praises  sing, 
While    we   shall   remain    below 
Teach  us  each  thy  truth  to  know 
Ever  reaily   with  our  hand 
To   blc-s  our  suffering   IV  Imv  man. 


Sl>  Kl  KKCT  AND    CAtSE 

\Ve  would  each  be  good  and  wise 
Ready  for  those  purer  skies 
Where  the  fathers  dwell  ii  love 
In  thore  brighter  worlds  above. 
Help  us  each  to  feel  and  kno.v 
We  shall  reap  just  as  we  sow 
God's  justice  must  decide  our  case 
As  we  have  run  onr  earthly  race. 

Effect  and  cause. 

We  are  asked  the  q-iestion  is  existence  re.il, 

Or  fancv's  dark  deceptive  show? 
Arc  human  ac's  -^nd  life  ideal 

Imagination's  vivid  glow? 
If  the  apparent  universe  is  not, 

But  only  seems  to  us  to  be : 
Then  iran  in  form  and  size  is  naught, 

There  is  nojw/.  There  is  no  me. 

1 1  I  am  not,  how  can  I  write, 

With  pencil  held  within  my  hand? 

Or  how  discern  what's  black  or  white, 
Or  feel  I  move  on  solid  land? 

You  only  think  you  sit  and  write, 
Think  pencil,  think  your   hand! 

in  fact  there  [*  no  black,  up   wrhite; 


KFF1XT  .\M)    C.UST.  87 

Well  then,  I  ask  what  is  it  thinks, 

For  thought  must  have  its  laws; 
Full  well  we  know  there  is  a  link 

Between  effect  and  cause. 
Yes.  but  you  only  think  you  think 

And  do  not  really  think  at  all! 
Still  there  mu>t  be  a  cause,  to  think 

Or  there  could  be  no  thought  at  all, 

No  matter  how  far  you  go  back 

There's  still  a  connecting  link. 
To  think  implies  a  real  act, 

And  something  must  impel  to  think. 
Effects  are  all  that  we   can  reach 

That  we  can  surely  know. 
A  law  we  then  deduce  from  each, 

A  cause  for  each  act  show 

The  cause  is  greater  than  Kind  force. 

Vast  worlds  are  proof  of  this. 
Intelligence  directs  their  course 

And  holds  each  in  its  place. 
We  cannot  comprehend  the  cans?. 

His  attributes  are  all   divine: 
I»ut  we  may  study  well  his  laws 

AS    our   powers   unfold  with  time. 


88  EFFECT  ANJ>  CAI\«E. 

Millions  of  these  great  worlds  connect 
By  bonds  unseen  by  human  eyes 

Yet  float  in  systems  all  erect 
Through  all  the  universal  skies. 

Like  clock-work,  every  wheel  in  place, 
To  measure  days  and  hours  of  time, 

These  worlds  roll  noiselessly  through  space 
Controlled  by  love  and  power  divine. 

Yet  mortal  man,  dark  human  souls 
Look  up  but  read  no  wisdom  here, 

And  onward  crawl  like  eyeless  mole", 
In  their  dark,  earthly  spnere 

They  view  themselves  a  lump  of  clay 

Made  up  in  beauteous  form, 
Which  at  death's  touch  will  fade  away 

Into  a  night  without  a  morn. 

Again  they'll  roll  around  the   wheel. 

That  it  is  evolution's  plan, 
Then  come  again  from  the  evolution, 

To  reach  the  beauteous  ]  lane  of  man. 

And  thus  they'll  evdutioni&e 

Eternal  days  and  years  away  ; 
Sometime.*  they  live,  ^onif  limes  they  die, 
P»ut  never,  r.ever  c.ome  tn  stay. 


EFFECT  AM)  CAUSE.  89 

V11s  strange  that  evolution's  force 

Should  cease  oi>  reaching  man, 
And  then  reverse  its  former  course, 

Changing  Nature's  final  plan. 

It's  strange  to  me  that  this  great  law 

.      Reaching  man  should  make  a  halt, 

Then  like  a  lobster  downward  crawl 

Turning  endless  summer-saults. 

If  this  is  man's  supreme  estate — 

The  destiny  of  ape  or  frog — 
Eternity  can  ne'er  relate 
A  work  worthy  of  Nature's  GcxL 

If  man's  immortal,  I  can  see 

An  object  worthy,  wise  and  good, 

For  he'll  explore  the  boundless  sea 
Of  wisdom  there  revealed  by  God, 

That  man's  immortal  all  can  demonstrate, 

Pure  souls  come  back  from  their  bright  spii ere, 

They  tell  us  of  a  boundless,  pure  estate 
Which  every  soul  from  God  inherits. 

Great  fields  of  science,  law  and  God 

Where  our  great  souls  shall  endlessly  unfold, 

As  upward  still  our  feet  shall  ever  plod, 

Reaching  for  life's  mast  grand,  excelsior  goal. 


9'")  niMnliTALMAX. 

When  endless  ages  here  have  sped  their  rounds, 

They  ], oirit  us  to  great  towering  mounts  in  sight, 
"Where  whirling,  blazing  suns  will  ne'er  go  down* 

For  nil  with  God's  eternal  smile  is  lisrht. 


immortal  man, 

Man  lives  to  walk  forever. 

The  fields  of  life  on  high ; 
And  analyze  the  ether. 

The  ocean,  earth  and  sky ; 
Lives  to  ascend  1  fe's  river 

As  upward  still  we'll  plod. 
And  demonstrate  forever 

The  wisdom  of  our  God. 
The  unbounded  fields  of  spirit  lore 

Spread  out  before  his  eyes. 
Where  wiser  souls  have  gone  before 

Exploring  through  the  skies. 
Tnen  up,  my  soul,  on  higher  mount 

With  joy  thy  feet  shall  stand; 
In  great  eternity's  account 

You  sure  must  take  a  hand. 
Millions  of  years  from  this  sad  mom 

Where  clouds  and  sorrow  reign. 
You'll  stand  among  the  earth's  first-born 

Immortal  to  remain. 


SAYINGS  OF  A    DYING  CHILD,  91 

And  while  eternal  ages  roll 

In  wisdom  still  shall  rise. 
As  God's  pure  love  shall  feast  the  soul 

In  higher,  holier  skies. 
In  angel  robes,  all  pure  and  white, 

AVith  towering  angels  stand, 
And  still  look  up  and  ever  ask 

As  now,  "oh.  what  is  man," 
I  seem  to  hear  the  Infinite, 

Who  holds  the  sovereign  rod, 
Say  to  the  asking  human  heart, 

"Man's  an  incarnate  God." 


Sayings  ot  a  dying  child.* 

Dear  mamma  see  these  lovely  forms, 

The  vision  thrills  my  heart, 
They  call  me  to  their  seraph  home, 

So  yon  ami  I  must  part. 
Cousin  Laura  is  among  those  forms, 

All  dressed  in  purest  white, 
They've  passed  the  laud  of  wind  and  storms, 

Go  le  where  they  have  no  night. 
Just  see  my  little  cousin  dear 

In  her  bright  spirit  home,       ,:. 

*  Spying*  of  a  dying  ch  Id,  Ella  Ander  on,  thrown  into 
verse  by  Rev.  A«?a  W;irren,  at  the  close  of  preaching  her 
funeral  discourse,  M  y5,  1872,  Waterloo  lo\v;i. 


92  SAYINGS  OF  A  DYING  CHILD. 

She'-  looking  down  with  words  of  cheer, 
And  beck  "mug  me  to  come. 

Now,  mamma  bring  my  little  dres-, 
My  prettiest — white  with  blue — 

And  put  it  on  as  you  think  best, 
And  let  your  Ella  go. 

To  join  with  Laura  in  her  sphere; 

Then  we  will  come  and  go, 
To  visit  you  while  you  stay   here, 

These  angels  tell  me  so. 

Now,  mamma,  do  not  weep  for  me 

While  waiting  here  below, 
For  Ella  can  come  to  visit  thee — 

These  angels  tell  me  so. 

And  mamma  when  your  locks  are  gray 
And  your  bright  eyes  grow  dim, 

Then  you  will  hear  the  music  play 
From  heaven's  pure  seraphim, 

When  you^'e  about  to  leave  the  clay, 

Just  ready  then  to  go. 
We'll  come  to  guide  yon  on  the  w  y 

These  angels  tell  me  so, 

And  on  the  plains  of  endless  life 
Together  wt'll  all  go, 


1'OEJl  EXTEMPORE.  93 

Devoid  of  pain  of  dezith  and  strife, 
These  Angels  tell  me  so. 

Now,  bear  this  casket  to  the  grave. 

Let  the  beauteous  body  go, 
The  jewel's  reached  the  angel  birth — 

This  hour  we  know  'tis  so. 


Poem  "delivered  extempore  at  the 
inneral-of  M.  Clark. 

Our  brother  has  gone  to  the  pure  realms  of  light, 
Where  the  sun  ne'er  goes  down  ;  AlPs  infinite  $ 
As  the  polar  star  ever  shines  in  that  home, 
He'll   ascend   by  progress  tin  eternal  flight. 

How  delightful  to  know  that  each  of  our  race 
Have    run  anil  are  running  an  unending  race, 
Where  fields  open  wide  with  fair  play  for  the  soul 
As  they're  pressing  their  way  to  the  infinite  goal. 

But  a  few  rolling  years  will  pass  swift   away. 
And  anchor  our  ships  in  that  peacful    bay, 
Whose  radiant  waves  lash  our  earthly  shore, 
Then  we'll  join  our  dear  brother    in    the    great 
cVefmorxSv 

Then  like  the  jrood  spirit-  who  .-uv  with  u*  h<-n 
XV. ''11  ^ml"  toonr  (teatonea  wfi'vo  left    in    this 


''i  FOEITi  EXTE3irOIIE. 

Inspire  them  to  work  for  humanity's  r'>e  [sphere 
Till  earth's  race  shall  be    pure  as  heavens  pure 
skie*. 

Then  with  heaven's,  haltallion.s  we'll  join  to 
lu  infinite  fields  of  the  grant  evermore,  [explore 
"Where  myriad*  of  worlds  roll  in  grandeur  sul  - 
Never  losing  Or  gaining  a  seco'ml  of  time,  [lime 

Like  clock  work  they  roll  in  regions  of  space, 
Like  man  they  are  running  an  infinite  race. 
While  the  right  hand  of  (Jod  holds  orbs  in  their 
spheres,  [years. 

They'll  pass  on  for  millions.-,   aye,    unnumbered 

Some  ti-Jl  us  that  worlds  a. s  in  ether  they  roll, 
With  great  plastic  bodies,  with  spirit  or  soul, 
Though  daily  and  nightly  they  ever  advance, 
Were  brought  into  being  by  the  simplest  chance. 

Others  tell  us  that  worlds  as  they    roll    in   their 

-plie  re. 

Were  made  and  governed  by  angels  once  here, 
That  in  triumphant  wisdom  they  hold  the  rod. 
That  will  wipe  out  the  thought  and  being  of  God, 

Just  here  I  would  ask  of  tin-  last  of  these  twain, 
\\  It"  ma.].-  tin-  tir<t  planH.  it-  mountain  ami 


-SWEET  1101  K  OF  1'KAYEi:.  IKl 

For  .science  as*l\res  us  that  worlds  rolled  in  space, 
Before  man  existed  to  look  on  its  face. 

Oue  thought  is  sufficient  to    calm    these    proudi 

waves, 

And  lay  these  false  claims  in   oblivion's  grave- 
flatter's  the  less  and  must  yeild  to  the  rod, 
And  be  formed  into  worlds  by  the  spirit   called 

God. 

Sweet  hotttf  of* prayer.  [Selected.] 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  heavenly  home, 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known, 
In  seasons  of  di-tres-  and  grief 
My  soul  has  often  found   releif. 
And  oft  escaped  the-temptc'r  ssnare 
1>V  thy  n-tuni.  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 
Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  «weet  hour  of  prayer, 
Tliv  winir-  -shall  my  petition  bear 
To  tho-e  whose  truth  and  truthfulness 
En«ra;re  the  waiting  soul  to  bless, 
And  -ii\ce  "i.Hey  1*4 J  me  seek  llu-ir  face, 
Hel\v\e  their  \vor<\  and  trust  their -gfrar.o. 
I'll  <-a-t  on  them   my  nv-ry  care, 
And  \v:iit  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer* 


(J(J  8  \VEET  HOUR  OF  PRAYER, 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,    sweet  hour  of  prayer/ 

It  brings  divine  communion  here. 

It  lifts  the  soul  to  things  above, 

Through  the  all  conquering  power  of  love, 

Sustains  the  soul  midst  earthly  care 

liy  visions  of  that  world  so  fairr 

It  binds  us  to  tin1  eternal  throne,, 

The  centre  of  our  heavenly  home. 


Sweet  hour  of  prayer.  [Original.] 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 

May  1  tHjf  consolation  share, 

Till  in  the  Summer- Land  so  bright, 

I  view  my  home  and  take  my  flight. 

This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop  and  rise 

To  seize  the  everlasting  prize, 

And  shout  while  passing  through  the  airr 

1  owe  thee  much,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 

"We'll  need  thee  just  as  much  up  there, 

For  while  we  roam  o'er  heaven's  vast  plain, 

We'll  need  (Jod's  guardian  care  the  same, 

And  though  we'll  rise  still  higher  and  higher, 

Our  souls  aglow  with  heavenly  lire, 

"We  still  shall  need  his  guardian   care. 

Obtained  through  'Jivi-.  -wect  hour  of  prayr-iv 


SWEET  HCtli  OF  PRAYER.  # 

fcweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 

It  lifts  the  heavenly  hosts  up  there 

Ami  loud  seraphic  anthems  roll, 

From  myriad  angels  pure  in  soul. 

And  while  eternal  ages  roll, 

God's  purest  love  shall  feast  the  soul.- 

As  still  We  feel  his  guardian  eare, 

Obtained  through  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer" 


aons     oems 


«.  «,  I,  fflarrnt, 


THE  PUBLISHERS  herewith  present  the  reader 
with  a  few  of  the  many  Inspirational  poems  of 
Mrs.  C.  L  Warren,  believing  them  worthy  a 
place  along-side  those  of  her  gifted  husband. 


HOPE. 

Hope  through  life  has  been  my  star 

Cheering  me  in  undertone, 
Cheering  as  if  angel*  prompted, 

Life  is  better  farther  on. 
I've  heard  as  now  a  kind  voice  speaking 

Softly  in  an  undertone, 
Speaking  as  loved  oaes  departed 

Life  will  be  brighter  farther  on. 
Night  and  day,  I  seem  to  hear  it. 

Hear  it  when  I  sigh  and  groan, 
Speaks  so  lowly,  yet  I  feel  it, 

Life  must  be  better,  farther  on. 
Thinking  of  the  grave,  hope  whispers 

Cheering  when  the  heart  would  moan, 
Speaks  it  when  the  shadows  darken, 

Life  will  be  smoother  farther  on, 
Farther  on,  oh,  how  much  farther — - 

Count  each  mile-stone,  one  by  one, 
Not  as  counting,  only  trusting, 

Life  may  be  brighter  farther  on. 


102  INSPIRATION. 

Yet  'm  trusting  must  be  piv>p:nted 

By  the  loved  of  spirit  home. 
To  cheerfully  arise  and  meet  them 

In  my  pathway  farther  on. 

Inspiration. 

A  voice  seems  speaking,  kindly  speaking, 

Softly  in  an   undertone, 
Listen,  lone  one,  lam  coming, 

To  meet  and  guide  yon  safely  on. 
We  are  coming   ever  coming, 

Some  are  near  you  night  and  day, 
Come  to  cheer  and  buoy  you  upward, 

Safely  through  life's  rugged  way, 
Think  not  of  the  grave  our  loved   one, 

They  :u*e  not  there  you  loved  so  well, 
Thev  have  outrode  ;ife\s  tioubled  waters 

Of  unbounded  joys  they  each  could  tell. 
Where  the  immortal  hosts  have  led    them, 

There  with  kindred  joined  in  throng, 
List,  they  re  singing,  sweetly  singing, 

As  they  pass  in  progress  farther  on. 
Your  aged  companion  oft  is  near  you. 

Youthful,  joyous,  buoyant,  free, 
Banish  all  that  can  bring  sadness, 

Or  mar  your  joy,  for  he  is  free. 


AX  INSPIRATIONAL  APPEAL.  103 

LU'ti  n_  then,  loved  ones,  we're  coming; 

All  in  health  and  strength  are  free, 
They  no  more  have  grief  or  sadness, 

Only  as  your  griefs  they  see. 
List,  we're  coming,  ever  coming, 

Songsters  of  the  heavenly  sphere, 
Mourn  not  them,  your  friends  are  near  you, 

Some  are  coming,  some  are  here. 

An  Inspirational  appeal. 

Dear  ones  of  the  earth  life  .draw  near,  angels  call; 

Fear  not  to  join  hands  with  them  here. 
The  loved  ones,  your  kindred  await  near  you  all, 

And  would  guide  to  our  beautiful  sphere. 
Say  not  you  have  wandered  far  from  the  right, 

Have  groped  on  in  error  and  wrong, 
And  dare  not  look  upward  to  angels  of  light, 

Nor  join  in  the  soul-cheering  song. 
Weak  ones,  arise,  and  take  the  hand  given 

Of  the  loved  that  have  passed  from  your  view 
Awake  now,  arise,  and  hear  the  glad  call, 

The  angels  are  speaking  to  yon. 
Take  courage,  ye  sad  ones,  and    tike  the     hand 

Make  pledges  to  ever  be  true,  [given, 

And  follow  the  light  that  will  lead  yon  to  heaven, 

Your  kindred  are  beck'ning  to  you. 


101-  AX  IXSPUJATION'AL  APPEAL. 

Press  onwaM;  ne'er  1  >o'c  to  the  past  with  regret, 

Your  soul's  needed  all  for  the  gain, 
But  study  life's  lejsons  and  never  forget 

That  joy  is  the  bl  >ssom  of  pain. 
There's  many  a  wide,  sandy  desert  on  earth, 

Where  flowers  were  never  in  bloom, 
And  many  a  cavern  so  dark  and  so  drear, 

That  the  sun  never  lighted  the  gloom, 
Yet  we  know  that  a  change  will  sweep  over  those 
That  ages  will  quicken  their  powers,     [sands, 
And  yielding  at  length  to  Nature's  fair  hands, 

The  wild  waste  will  blossom  with  flo.verr. 
And  the  cavern's  dark  bosom  so  rock  bound  and 

strong, 

By  the  lightning's  quick  flash  may  be  riven, 
Its  silence  and  darkness  re  echo  with  song, 

As  it  catches  the  sun  light  of  heaven. 
Take  courage,  then,  frail  ones,  look  up,  angels  call, 

Fear  not  to  join  hands  with  them  here, 
Your  soul  loving  friends  oft  wait  near  you  all, 

And  will  guide  to  their  angelic  sphere. 
Where  you  can  press  onward  in    pure   robes    of 
As  unnumbered  ages  may  roll,  [light, 

Forever  expanding  in  progressive  flight, 
In  the  beautiful  land  of  the  soul 


CONSOLATION .  1 05 

Be  cheerfully  progressing  though  earth  cares  op- 

And  man\-  your  burdens  to  bear,  [press, 

Your  good  angel  friends  oft  stoop  to  caress, 

Your  sorrovvs  they  tenderly  share. 

They  have  only  passed  onward  a  little  before 
In  advance  have  reached  their  bright  goal, 

Your  i^ood  earthly  deeds  will  insure  you  a  rest, 
In  the  beautiful  land  of  the  soul. 


Consolation. 

You  would    have  me  come  this  beautiful  day, 

And  whisper  some  cheering  words  into  your  ear 
I  will,  my  loved  one,  do  best  the  that  I  may, 
Under  broken  conditions,  will  try  you  to  cheer 

Six  months  since  I  parted  with  my  wornout  frail 

body,  [morn, 

Just  half  a  year,  my  darling, this  bright  surny 

Earth  sphere  is  a  symbol  of  our  lovely   garden, 

With  us  theiv,  no  storm  clouds  nor  sad  wuela 

as  here. 

And  I  now  give  thanks  to  God  the  great  giver, 
That  I  am  released  from  the  burden  of  clay, 

And  all  of  earth's  trials  that  might  follow  after, 
I'm  freed  from  them  all  and  am  happy  to-day. 


lOfi  CONSOLATION. 

When  I  passed  from  the  earth    form    my   loved 

friends  did  know,  [here, 

From  my  weak  condition  :ind  loner    suffering 

That  strength  must  come  slowly  as   it  slowly    did 

1  needed  th<i  rest  in  tin-  angel-  pore  sphere,  fgo, 

They  tenderly  took  me  10  the  home  of  my  friends 
Tea,  bore  me  in  arms  to  their  bright   sonl-]it 

shore, 

There  with  loving  embraces  they  did  me  attend 
In  the  home  of  my  parents  in  this  great  ever- 
more. 

Where  with  sisters  and  brothers  and  children  so 

dear. 

And  an  <  a  'ly  companion, yea,  all  joined  me  here 
Triumphantly  happy  to  meet  me  once  more[o'er 
Where  there's  no  more  parting,  our  sorrows  all 

They  considered  it  wiser  to  have,  me  rest  here, 
Awhile  with  the  loved  of  this  genial   sphere, 
To  rest  with  the  loved,  my  strength   to  renew. 
Ere  they  cautiously  took  me  to  earth  home  and 
you. 

'Twas  thirty-six    hours  passed    « re  I    awoke    to 

know,  [me  so? 

Aftd  came  into  a  conscious  state,  n  y  friends  tell 


CONSOLATION.  107 

My  mental  exhausted  from   long    .ruffering    and 

pain 
Of  the  poor  weary  bo  ]y — to  die  was  my  gain. 

I  was  happily  jubilant,  had  no  thought  or  care 
Had  not  even  a  thought  how  the  body  might  fare 
1  Twits  well ;  when  I  came  'twas  buried  from  sight 
But  I  found  you,  my  darling,  in  grief's  darkest 
night. 

Wo  strove  hard  to  comfort,  build  up  and   make 
brave,  [the  wave, 

But  your  weak,  sick  body  could  not  stand 'gainst 
Your  mind  just  as  weak  as  your  body, could  see 
Only  years  of  long-suffering,  and  sorrow  for  me 

You  wouhl  retrace  my  sufferings,  you  wrere  sore 

distressed, 

My  years  of  soul  anguish,  of  toil  and  unrest, 
Yet  I  lingered  near  you,  unable  to  cheer,  [divar 
Or  make  know,]  my  presence-your  soul  grL-i  so 

As  I  could  not  comfort  by  coming  to  you, 
Our  spirit  friends  counciled  what's  next  best  to  do 
I  yeiided  to  their  wishes  like  a  babe  in  a  era  lie, 
And  they  calmed  all  my  fears  as  best  they  were 
able. 


CONSOLATION*.  108 

Now  w?  come  to  you.  darling,  your  earth  kin- 
dred nnd  mine,  [clime. 
Who  are  all  joined  in  love  bands  in  this  genial 
Encouraging  you  onward,  as  err  long  you'll  be 
Mid  earth  freed  soul*;  who've  crossed  the  dark  sea 

Your  earthly  companion  long  dwelt  in  this  clime 
With  parents  and  children  of  many  years   time* 
Yea,  sisters  and  brothers  of  your  early  years, 
You'll  meet  all  in  lovelies  in  this  genial  sphere. 

Now,  since  we  can  meet  this  side  of  death's  river 
Rejoice  and  give  thanks  to  God,  our  great  Father 
That  we  united  in  earth  life  many  long  years. 
Though  parted  by  death's  chilling  hand. 

Will  again  be  united  in  love  ties  when  here, 
In  this  beautiful  land  so  tree  from  all  di.-word, 
Where  joys  are  unending  and  no  hopes  blighted 
Yea,  ti  grand  reunion  we'll  have  in  this  sphere. 

Hallelujah!  Sing  praises  to  God.  all  as  one, 

Let  heaven  and  earth    re-echo  the   song, 

The  weak  ones  are  risen,  the  lost  lu  re  are  found 

All  souls  are  united,  with  love  li^lit  they're  crown- 
ed 

Triumphantly  shout,  God's  ways  are  divine, 
iiis  laws  are  unfolding,  all  science  sublime, 


LINKS  AT  A  FUNEKAI  .  109 

Yea,   science  God's   mouth-piece,    doth    to     all 

declare 
Our  progress  unending-  in  this  genial  sphere. 

Praises  to  God,  my  great  soul  his  wisdom  adores 
As  I  view  our  vast  home  on  these  infinite  shores 
Where  with  myriads  we're  joined  in  harmonious 
Giving  praise  to  God  as  we  journey  along,  [song 

Now  seek  you  wise  counsel,  live  a  life  all  divine 
As  you  journey  on  through  the  rough  seas  of  time 
Discharging  each  duty  as  an  angel  of  love, 
That  you  may  rank  high  in  bright  planes  above, 

Where  together  we'll  journey  with  triumph  and 
In  vast  planes  of  progress  eteanrlly  long. [song 
Well  knowing  we'll  reap  in  eternity  here 
The  harvest  we've  sown  in  the  earthly    sphere. 


Lines  at   a  funeral  of  a  young  lady. 

Thrice  happy  is  each  spirit  that's  early  bereft 
Of  its  burden  of  clay  and  of  cares  without  num- 

The  blessings  of  earth  life  give  little  of  peace[ber 
Death's  angels  alone  dashed  the  sad  cup  asunder 

Each  spirit  unfledged  has  soared  to  our  heaven 
And  in  purity's  progress  ascended  our  plane, 

And  unto  each  beauliful  sernph  'ti-  given 

To  drink  from  the  fountain  of  love  o'er  again. 


110  LlM->  AT  A  FLM.KAL. 

This  broad  earth  is  covered  with  joys  and  with 
sorrows,  [woe 

'Tis  scattered  with  poverty,  want  and  with 
The  night  of  death  brings  groans  of  tin1  dying, 

Hut  the  morn  of  the  Summer  land's  all  aglow 
Before  the  freed  spirit,  and  to  it  is  given 

The  hand  of  agirmli  in  that  ever  is  nearf  [ven 
They're  always  at-;eiiding',biig>ht  angels  from  hea- 

To  lead  from  the  earth  to  our  beautiful  sphere 

Where  they  are  again  joined  with  the  loved  and 
long  parted,  [more 

And  meet  each  true  heart  in  affection  once 
Where  none  of  the  soul's  aspirations  are  thwarted 

Death's  angel  has  led  them  to  our  shining  shore 
The  land  of  long  promise,  the  home  of  the  weary 

Where  passes  each  spirit  from  earth  life  of  woe 

Where  hopes  have  been  blighted  and  earth    life 

is  dreary,  [aglow 

Death's  angels  released  them,     their  souls  all 

The  portals  of  death,  Oh  wreathe  ye  with  flowers 
By  each  grave  sing  y<1    songs  of    triumph    not 

woe 

Each  exulting,  freed  spirit  in  celestial  bowers 
Are  weaving  fresh  garlands  for  loved  ours  below 


UOD  EV  KKY  W1IEKE.  1  L  I 

Oh,  yes,  and  they're     gathering     truth's  gems 

from  the  fountain,  [hearts 

And  oft  will    impress     them     on  your  loving 

They'll  teach  yon     companions,      parents     and 

children 
Must  meet  in  the  Summer  Land,  never  to  part 

Then  meet  all  and  often,  there's  no  death  before 

y°u> 

But  only  a  transit  to  heaven's  bright  sphere, 

.  Your  angel  friends  ever  about   and  around  you, 

They'll  give  you  great   comfort  and    impress. 

words  of  clu-iT.  [with  ilowers 

Then  wreathe  ye.  oh  wreathe  ye  death's  portals 

Let  joy  take  the  place  of  affliction  and  woe, 
Let  love-light  adorn  each  earth    brow,    for    the 
hours  [know. 

Must  swiftly  glide  by  till  ye    meet   them,   we 

Now,  we'll  pass  to     our     bright     sphere,     and 
To  beautiful  regions  '  of  light  [ascending 

\\V11  leave  you  bright  anjrels  attending 
You  ever  in  your  progressive  flight. 


God  everywhere. 

Kn.rh  beauteous  flower  display?  its  hue. 
And  each  green  le:if  presents  to  view 


112  GOD  EVERYWHERE. 

The  power  of  God  in  flowers  so  fine. 
His  love  breaks  forth;  when  all  sublime 
We  read  in  flowers  the  love  of  God, 
In  every  leaf  there  is  a  wurd 
That  speaks  to  us  of  God's  great  love. 

The  lovely  roses  pure  and  fair. 
Are  emblems  of  God's  holy  care, 
Which  should  to  us  through  Nature  teach 
That  we  from  all  that's  wrong  may  stretch 
Our  longing  gaze,  to  worlds  on  high, 
Where  naught  of  sin,  or  e'en  a  sigh, 
Could  mar  our  joys,  but  we  should  be 
As  angels  blest,  like  seraphs  free 

From  all  that  is  of  low  device 
To  lead  our  minds  from  holy  peace, 
Be  pure  and  spotless,  without  sin, 
To  dwell  with  God,  the  Father,  in 
Eternity  above. 

Thus  in  all  Nature  we  can  see  great  truths 
Which  should  large  volumes  be 
To  man,  if  he  would  only  read  aright 
The  works  of  God,  in  Nature  bright, 
He'd  see  in  every  leaf  and  flower, 
Mementoes  of  God's  love  and  power, 


GOD  KVKUYWIIKKE, 
They're  records  all,  earth,  sea  and  air, 
Of  God's  great  presence  everywhere. 

E'en  from  the  simple  blade  of  grass, 
O'er  which  most  minds  unheeding  pass, 
Up  to  the  rose  or  beauteous  flower, 
Each,  all,  proclaim  with  love  yet  power, 
To  minds  that  list  to  voices  here. 
A  God  is  dwelling  in  our  sphere  ; 
His  inspiration  opes  our  eyes, 
Flowers  are  the  language  of  tne  skies. 

In  Nature's  unfoldings  we  do  see 
Each  shrub,  each  plant,  each  lake  and  tree, 
Through  every  form  on  earth  'tis  given 
To  thread  from  lowest  depths  to  heaven, 
From  grain  of  sand  to  circling  sphere, 
Each,  all,  proclaim  a  God  is  here, 
We're  records  all,  earths,  spheres  and  air 
Of  God's  great  presence  everywhere. 

A  God  in  ever)  thing  vvt  see 

His  presence  in  the  towering  tree, 

With  arms  outstretched  they  all  proclaim, 

This  truth,  that  God  in  them  doth  reign, 

Each  woodland  plant  and  shrub  on  earth, 

Bears  record  of  the  higher  birth. 


114  GOD  EVE11YW11EUE. 

And  eac1!  in  solemn  voice  declare 
That  God  is  present  everywhere. 

Thus  we  can  trace  all  Nature  through, 
Each  streamlet  in  its  windings  through 
Each  glade  and  dell  and  lonely  way, 
Gatheri  \-r  strength,  they  never  stray, 
But  rippling,  singi  ig  Nature's  song, 
We  now  are  weak,  yet  we'll  be  strong, — • 
B  ending  with  many  rills  we'll  stand, 
With  united  force  i:i  rivers  grand. 

These  mighty  rivers  in  their  winding  way. 
That  naught  i.i  power  of  man  can  stay. 
Doth  roll  along  with  strength  and  power, 
Increase  in  bulk  with  every  hour, 
Great  throes  jind  cataracts  thrill, 
The  soul  of  man.  Each  little  stream    their  void 
Until  to  ocean's  mouth  they  come,         f  will  fill, 
They  empty  there,  they  are  as  one. 
Though  of  lakes,  streams  and  rivers  be, 
They're  one  grand  body  of  the  sea. 

That  i-i  their  elements  combine 
To  proclaim  this  truth,  grand  and  sublime, 
That  mind  of  mortal  man  ninst  thrill. 
For  none  cm  ^ilm.  saving.  Peace  be  still. 


c;oi>  j;vi;i; i  \\niKE.  115 

Its  tumults  not  by  love  nor  force, 
Can  be  assuaged.  But  oh,  rejoice ! 
'(loci  culms  the  tempest  of  the  sea, 
By  law,  as  he  builds  worlds. 

Glance  o'er  the  ocean's  bosom  wide, 
To  vales  and  plains  and  mountain  side, 
With  immortal  vision  we  can  see, 
As  soaring  high,  extending  far, 
Vet  in  all  Nature  there's  no  jar; 
E'en  here  connecting  links  we  find — 
E'en  links  that  ocean's  depths  doth  bind 
To  mountain  top,  where  \vc  do  see 
The  mineral,  pearl  and  coral  tree, 
That  under  ground  ar.d  ocean's  vein 
Doth  form  in  Nature's  link  a  chain, 
That  all  by  hidden  gems  .may  see 
The  wondrous  power  of  Deity. 

This  wondrous  globe  on  which  yo-.i  stand 
As  held  by  law  in  God's  right  hand, 
With  unnumbered  orbs  sublimely  fair, 
As  myriads  01"  lights  and  signs  declare, 
Seen  hanging  in  extended  space 
As  if  a  firmament  to  grace, 
With  celest:al  orbs  encircling  all, 
As  ours;  surround  this  earth Iv  hall. 


Hi)  GOD  EVERYWHERE. 

Each  one  a  light  to  others  are, 

As  the  sun's  rays  to  this  earthly  sphere. 

Eacli  one  in  their  own  orbit  roll, 

As  their  own  circle  from  pole  to  pole, 

Each,  all  as  destined  in  their  course, 

Yet  all  are  one  grand  universe. 

That  God  encircles  with  his  power 

And  fills  immensity. 


INDEX. 


The  en*.         -                  -         -         -         -  9 

The  answer.  10 

The  law  of  progress.         -         -         -  n 

Angel  ministry  triumphant,  14 

'Ihe  night  of  tune,  and  day  of  eternity.        -  20 

On  a  bright  May  morning.          -         -         -  22 

Ancient  angelic  communion.          -          -  23 

On  the  falling  of  a  maple  leaf.         -  24 

Hope,  man's  eternal  anchor.         -  26 

Paine  on  the  atonement.         -         -         -  27 

Reflections  on  the  Heavenly  home.         -  30 

Lines  at  the  funeral  of  a  little  girl.         -  32 

Salvation  by  works,  not  by  blood.     -    -  34 

Blows.         - 35 

True  human  greatness  through  self- culture  37 

On  Thomas  Paine.         -  38 


Linos  to  my  wife.         -  39 

Lines  to  my  wife.          -         -         -         -  41 

Final  triumph  of  reason.  44 

Origin  of  angels.          -  45 

Lines  on  closing  a  lecture  engagement.  -    46 

The  promised  time  is  coming.  47 

Man's  endless  prog-ess.         -  49 

Linesinspirationally  given.                   -  -    51 

Poem  to  friends  at  Parkersburg.         -  -     56 

Lines  at  funeral  of  a  young  lady.         -  58 

Lines  given  at  Lime  Rock,  Iowa.         -  61 

Lines  given  at  Abel  Peterson's.          -  -     61 

Lines  at  the  funeral  of  Ernest  Case.  63 
Faith  in  God.  -  -  -  -  -  64 
Final  triumph.  -----  65 

Lines  at  the  funeral  of  Mrs.  Greenleaf.  -     66 

Lines  written  in  an  album.  -  -  -  68 
Lines  given  by  Rev.  Abel  Warren.  -  69 

God's  living  gospel.         -         -         -  7 1 

Lines  at  the  funeral  of  Wirt  Case.         -  72 

Lines  g'ven  by  Wirt  Case.          -         -  -     74 

Lines  given  exte  npoiv.  75 

Lines  to  P.  P.  Warre:i.          -   *      -  76 

The  changes  of  earth.                   -         -  •    7  7 


Angel'c  attachments.         .-  79 

Vision  ot  our  angelic  mission  work.  -         80 

GoJ  see.i  and  known  by  his  works.  -         82 

Prayer.  85 

Effect  and  cause1.  86 

Immortal  man.         -  90 

Sayings  of  a  dying1  child.          -  91 

Poem  extempore.  93 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer.     [Selected.]  95 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer.     [Orginal.]  -          96 

Mrs.  Warren's  Poems. 

Hope.  101 

Inspiration.  102 

An  inspirational  appea1.  103 

Consolation  105 

Lines  at  a  funeral.         .  109 

God  everywhere.         -         -         -  -    ,      1 1 1 


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